A Torn Jacket Is Soon Mended; But

Ah, How Skillful Grows The Hand That Obeyeth Love's Command! It Is The Heart, And Not The Brain, That To The Highest Doth Attain, And He Who Followeth Love's Behest Far Excelleth All The Rest!

One, If By Land, And Two, If By Sea; And I On The Opposite Shore Will Be, Ready To Ride And Spread The Alarm Through Every Middlesex Village And Farm For The Country Folk To Be Up And To Arm.

Look Upon The Errors Of Others In Sorrow, Not In Anger.

All That Is Best In The Great Poets Of All Countries Is Not What Is National In Them, But What Is Universal.

To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach: These Are The Three Great Chords Of Might.