What Stands If Freedom Fail? What Dies

Come You Back, You British Soldier; Come You Back To Mandalay!

Each Dog Barks In His Own Yard!

Keep Your Head When All About You Are Losing Theirs And Blaming It On You.

Englishmen Are Not Usually Softened By Appeals To The Memory Of Their Mothers.

There Rise Her Timeless Capitals Of Empires Daily Born, Whose Plinths Are Laid At Midnight And Whose Streets Are Packed At Morn; And Here Come Tired Youths And Maids That Feign To Love Or Sin In Tones Like Rusty Razor Blades To Tunes Like Smitten Tin.