Believe The Best Of Everybody.

Cities And Thrones And Powers Stand In Time's Eye, Almost As Long As Flowers, Which Daily Die

The Glory Of The Garden Lies In More Than Meets The Eye.

We Have Done With Hope And Honour. We Are Lost To Love And Truth, We Are Dropping Down The Ladder Rung By Rung; And The Measure Of Our Torment Is The Measure Of Our Youth. God Help Us, For We Knew The Worst Too Young!

We Never Pay Anyone Dane-geld, No Matter How Trifling The Cost; For The End Of That Game Is Oppression And Shame, And The Nation That Plays It Is Lost!

Brother, Thy Tail Hangs Down Behind.