My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.
Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
The mighty hopes that make us men.
A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not work those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.