My Foot Is On My

Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is Worth An Age Without A Name

Honour Is A Homicide And A Bloodspiller, That Gangs About Making Frays In The Street; But Credit Is A Decent Honest Man, That Sits At Hame And Makes The Pat Play.

Respect Was Mingled With Surprise, And The Stern Joy Which Warriors Feel In Foemen Worthy Of Their Steel.

Mankind — The Race Would Perish Did They Cease To Aid Each Other.