The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.

Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.

The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.

But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself; all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information within consciousness.

Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.