.... Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head. And shouts ascend on high .....'' Long live Scanderbeg.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat.
The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.
And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox.
The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver!