The Paths Of Virtue, Though

Where, Where Was Roderick Then? One Blast Upon His Bugle Horn Were Worth A Thousand Men.

Hail To The Chief Who In Triumph Advances!

It Is Only When I Dally With What I Am About, Look Back And Aside, Instead Of Keeping My Eyes Straight Forward, That I Feel These Cold Sinkings Of The Heart.

The Happy Combination Of Fortuitous Circumstances.

Silence, Maiden; Thy Tongue Outruns Thy Discretion.