One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name

He hath a share of man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood.

Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds!

Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

Fair play is a jewel.