Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

Dream In Light Years, Challenge Miles, Walk Step By Step

Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial Of His Son A Guest That Best Becomes The Table.

Give Me A Staff Of Honor For Mine Age, But Not A Sceptre To Control The World.

Fall Greeks; Fail Fame; Honour Or Go Or Stay; My Major Vow Lies Here, This I'll Obey.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.