Brother, thy tail hangs down behind.
If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.
Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew.
Those who only know England know not England.
Who has smelled the woodsmoke at twilight, who has seen the campfire burning, who is quick to read the noises of the night?
A man's mind is wont to tell him more than seven watchmen sitting in a tower.