Chess Is A Sad Waste Of Brains.

Look At A Gown Of Gold, And You Will At Least Get A Sleeve Of It.

Warriors! And Where Are Warriors Found, If Not On Martial Britain's Ground? And Who, When Waked With Note Of Fire, Love More Than They The British Lyre?

It Is More Difficult To Look Upon Victory Than Upon Battle.

So Faithful In Love, And So Dauntless In War, There Never Was Knight Like Young Lochinvar.

Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.