The Will To Do, The Soul To

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven: It Is Not Fantasy's Hot Fire, Whose Wishes Soon As Granted Fly; It Liveth Not In Fierce Desire.

The Sun Never Sets On The Immense Empire Of Charles V.

Mankind — The Race Would Perish Did They Cease To Aid Each Other.

Breathes There The Man With Soul So Dead, Who Never To Himself Hath Said, This Is My Own, My Native Land.

The Heart-sick Faintness Of The Hope Delayed!