Silence, beautiful voice.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.
Better not be at all than not be noble.
From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
The last great Englishman is low.