Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With

Hail To The Chief Who In Triumph Advances!

O, What A Tangled Web We Weave When First We Practise To Deceive!

Thou Hast Had Thty Day, Old Dame, But Thy Sun Has Long Been Set. Thou Art Now The Very Emblem Of An Old Warhorse Turned Out On The Barren Heath; Thou Hast Had Thy Paces In Thy Time, But Now A Broken Amble Is The Best Of Them.

Within That Awful Volume Lies The Mystery Of Mysteries!

He That Climbs A Ladder Must Begin At The First Round.