The Man Who Is Deserving The Name

It Is Wonderful What Strength Of Purpose And Boldness And Energy Of Will Are Roused By The Assurance That We Are Doing Our Duty.

Come He Slow Or Come He Fast It Is But Death That Comes At Last

Come Forth, Old Man,--thy Daughter's Side Is Now The Fitting Place For Thee: When Time Has Quell'd The Oak's Bold Pride, The Youthful Tendril Yet May Hide, The Ruins Of The Parent Tree.

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

Revenge, The Sweetest Morsel To The Mouth That Ever Was Cooked In Hell.