Even His Griefs Are A

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Swing To The Work, We Must - Just Two As We Are - If We Hope To Make Some Headway. The Worst Cowards, Banded Together, Have Their Power, But You And I Have Got The Skill To Fight Their Best.

By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

Thou Shalt Not Horn In On Thy Husbands Racket

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.