Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!

Advance Our Standards, Set Upon Our Foes; Our Ancient Word Of Courage, Fair Saint George, Inspire Us With The Spleen Of Fiery Dragons!

The Law Hath Not Been Dead, Though It Hath Slept.

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

The Past Is Prologue.