I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
What millions died that Caesar might be great!
Coming events cast their shadows before.
Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Our purpose is to grow up and become love