Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free.

Life must go on, Though good men die.

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!

Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.

To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.

Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.