I Will Tear This Folly From My

Good Wine Needs Neither Bush Nor Preface To Make It Welcome. And They Drank The Red Wine Through The Helmet Barr'd.

Where Is The Coward That Would Not Dare To Fight For Such A Land As Scotland?

Blessed Be His Name, Who Hath Appointed The Quiet Night To Follow The Busy Day, And The Calm Sleep To Refresh The Wearied Limbs And To Compose The Troubled Spirit.

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

He That Would Soothe Sorrow Must Not Argue On The Vanity Of The Most Deceitful Hopes.