Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To

This Is The Short And The Long Of It.

Because It Is A Customary Cross, As Die To Love As Thoughts, And Dreams, And Sighs, Wishes, And Tears, Poor Fancy's Followers.

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

England, Bound In With The Triumphant Sea, Whose Rocky Shore Beats Back The Envious Siege Of Watery Neptune.

I Had Rather Live With Cheese And Garlic In A Windmill.