Threatened Folk Live Long.

The Way Was Long, The Wind Was Cold, The Minstrel Was Infirm And Old; His Withered Cheek, And Tresses Gray, Seemed To Have Know A Better Day.

There Is A Southern Proverb - Fine Words Butter No Parsnips.

As Hope And Fear Alternate Chase Our Course Through Life's Uncertain Race.

The Sun Never Sets On The Immense Empire Of Charles V.

Warriors! And Where Are Warriors Found, If Not On Martial Britain's Ground? And Who, When Waked With Note Of Fire, Love More Than They The British Lyre?