Even In A Hero's Heart

The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I Suspect.

Within The Brain's Most Secret Cells, A Certain Lord Chief Justice Dwells, Of Sov'reign Power, Whom One And All, With Common Voice We Reason Call.

To Copy Beauty Forfeits All Pretense To Fame; To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense

The Scots Are Poor, Cries Surly English Pride; True Is The Charge, Nor By Themselves Denied. Are They Not Then In Strictest Reason Clear, Who Wisely Come To Mend Their Fortunes Here?

Keep Up Appearances; There Lies The Test. The World Will Give Thee Credit For The Rest.