A Sinful Heart Makes Feeble Hand.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven.

Faces That Have Charmed Us The Most Escape Us The Soonest.

Still From The Sire The Son Shall Hear Of The Stern Strife, And Carnage Drear, Of Flodden's Fatal Field, When Shiver'd Was Fair Scotland's Spear, And Broken Was Her Shield!

Heaven Know Its Time; The Bullet Has Its Billet

Adversity Is, To Me At Least, A Tonic And A Bracer.