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

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

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