Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

Man, only - rash, refined, presumptuous man, Starts from his rank, and mars creation's plan.

But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!

A steady patriot of the world alone, The friend of every country but his own.

There is nothing I know of so sublime as a fact.

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.