Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.

Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.

The thrall in person may be free in soul

There is always change, bad customs pass and give way to better ones.

We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.

Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.

What are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?