Sensibility Is Nature's Celestial Spring.

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

The Half Hour Between Waking And Rising Has All My Life Proved Propitious To Any Task Which Was Exercising My Invention... It Was Always When I First Opened My Eyes That The Desired Ideas Thronged Upon Me.

The Sun Never Sets On The Immense Empire Of Charles V.

And Better Had They Ne'er Been Born, Who Read To Doubt, Or Read To Scorn.

The Rose Is Fairest When 't Is Budding New, And Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears. The Rose Is Sweetest Wash'd With Morning Dew, And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In Tears.