That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.
The greater man the greater courtesy.
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.