Though Varying Wishes, Hopes, And Fears, Fever'd

Thou Hast Had Thty Day, Old Dame, But Thy Sun Has Long Been Set. Thou Art Now The Very Emblem Of An Old Warhorse Turned Out On The Barren Heath; Thou Hast Had Thy Paces In Thy Time, But Now A Broken Amble Is The Best Of Them.

Marry In Haste, Repent At Leisure.

Hail To The Chief Who In Triumph Advances!

Many Miles Away There's A Shadow On The Door Of A Cottage On The Shore Of A Dark Scottish Lake.

If You Keep A Thing Seven Years, You Are Sure To Find A Use For It.