Go On With A Spirit That Fears

I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter Sight For A Man's Eyes Than His Own Country.

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.

Achilles Absent Was Achilles Still!

...like That Star Of The Waning Summer Who Beyond All Stars Rises Bathed In The Ocean Stream To Glitter In Brilliance.