Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave!

The Horn, The Horn, The Lusty Horn Is Not A Thing To Laugh To Scorn.

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.

I Should Think This A Gull, But That The White-bearded Fellow Speaks It; Knavery Cannot, Sure, Hide Himself In Such Reverence.

Love Is Not Love That Alters When It Alteration Finds.