As Long As The Fates Permit, Live

Still From The Sire The Son Shall Hear Of The Stern Strife, And Carnage Drear, Of Flodden's Fatal Field, When Shiver'd Was Fair Scotland's Spear, And Broken Was Her Shield!

Meat Eaten Without Either Mirth Or Music Is Ill Of Digestion.

Discretion Is The Perfection Of Reason, And A Guide To Us In All The Duties Of Life.

We Do That In Our Zeal Our Calmer Moment Would Be Afraid To Answer.

A Few Drops Sprinkled On The Torch Of Love Make The Flame Blaze The Brighter.