The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His

This Royal Throne Of Kings, This Sceptered Isle, This Earth Of Majesty, This Seat Of Mars, This Other Eden, Demi-paradise, This Fortress Built By Nature For Herself Against Infection And The Hand Of War, This Happy Breed Of Men, This Little World, This Precious Stone Set In The Silver Sea, Which Serves It In The Office Of A Wall Or As A Moat Defensive To A House, Against The Envy Of Less Happier Lands,--this Blessed Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England.

Omittance Is No Quittance.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

How Hard It Is To Hide The Sparks Of Nature!

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.