A Sly Old Fish, Too

Soldiers In Arms! Defenders Of Our Soil! Who From Destruction Save Us; Who From Spoil Protect The Sons Of Peace, Who Traffic Or Who Toil; Would I Could Duly Praise You, That Each Deed Your Foe's Might Honor, And Your Friends Might Read.

Let's Learn To Live, For We Must Die Alone.

Books Cannot Always Please, However Good; Minds Are Not Ever Craving For Their Food.

What Is A Church?—our Honest Sexton Tells, 'tis A Tall Building, With A Tower And Bells.

We Cannot Heal The Throbbing Heart Till We Discern The Wounds Within.