My Heart Is Ever At

Farewell The Plumed Troop, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue! O, Farewell! Farewell The Neighing Steed And The Shrill Trump, The Spirit-stirring Drum, Th' Ear-piercing Fife, The Royal Banner, And All Quality, Pride, Pomp, And Circumstance Of Glorious War!

Flower Of This Purple Dye, Hit With Cupid's Archery, Sink In Apple Of His Eye.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

And Thus I Clothe My Naked Villainy With Odd Old Ends Stol'n Out Of Holy Writ; And Seem A Saint, When Most I Play The Devil.

Some Are Born Great, Others Achieve Greatness.