If Not Yet Lost To All The

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

He Knew The Things That Were And The Things That Would Be And The Things That Had Been Before.

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.

We Cannot All Hope To Combine The Pleasing Qualities Of Good Looks, Brains, And Eloquence.

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.