Blest Be The Art That

England, With All Thy Faults I Love Thee Still, My Country!

...so Let Us Welcome Peaceful Evening In.

'tis Liberty Alone That Gives The Flower Of Fleeting Life Its Lustre And Perfume; And We Are Weeds Without It.

Books Are Not Seldom Talismans And Spells.

For When Was Public Virtue To Be Found Where Private Was Not?