Thus Aged Men, Full Loth And Slow,

Hail To The Chief Who In Triumph Advances!

Discretion Is The Perfection Of Reason, And A Guide To Us In All The Duties Of Life.

Who O'er The Herd Would Wish To Reign, Fantastic, Fickle, Fierce, And Vain! Vain As The Leaf Upon The Stream, And Fickle As A Changeful Dream; Fantastic As A Woman's Mood, And Fierce As Frenzy's Fever'd Blood. Thou Many-headed Monster Thing, Oh Who Would Wish To Be Thy King!

"charge, Chester, Charge! On, Stanley, On!" Were The Last Words Of Marmion.

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