Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.

Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?

Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.

The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together.

Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.

Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.