Within That Awful Volume Lies The Mystery

Just At The Age 'twixt Boy And Youth, When Thought Is Speech, And Speech Is Truth.

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?

Many A Law, Many A Commandment Have I Broken, But My Word Never.

Credit Is Like A Looking-glass, Which When Once Sullied By A Breath, May Be Wiped Clear Again; But If Once Cracked Can Never Be Repaired.

Without Courage There Cannot Be Truth, And Without Truth There Can Be No Other Virtue.