The Playbill, Which Is Said

Marry In Haste, Repent At Leisure.

I Have Heard Men Talk About The Blessings Of Freedom," He Said To Himself, "but I Wish Any Wise Man Would Teach Me What Use To Make Of It Now That I Have It.

The Tear, Down Childhood's Cheek That Flows, Is Like The Dewdrop On The Rose; When Next The Summer Breeze Comes By And Waves The Bush, The Flower Is Dry.

Where Is The Coward That Would Not Dare To Fight For Such A Land As Scotland?

Women Are But The Toys Which Amuse Our Lighter Hours---ambition Is The Serious Business Of Life.