The Love Of Freedom Has Been The

I've Changed My Ways A Little, I Cannot Now Run With You In The Evenings Along The Shore, Except In A Kind Of Dream, And You, If You Dream A Moment, You See Me There.

The World's In A Bad Way, My Man, And Bound To Be Worse Before It Mends; Better Lie Up In The Mountain Here Four Or Five Centuries, While The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean.

Civilization Is A Transient Sickness.

The Love Of Freedom Has Been The Quality Of Western Man.

The Tides Are In Our Veins.