Fight ever on: this earthly stuff If used God’s way will be enough. Face to the firing line o friend Fight out life’s battle to the end. One soldier, when the fight was red, Threw down his broken sword and fled. Another snatched it, won the day, With what his comrade flung away.

Choices are the hinges of destiny.

Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.

For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear - when you are the hammer, strike.

I fear the vermin that shall undermineSenate and citadel and school and shrine.

Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

The crest and crowning of all good, life's final star, is Brotherhood.