For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.

Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.

Alas!... what is it, valiant knight, save an offering of sacrifice to a demon of vain glory, and a passing through the fire of Moloch? What remains to you as a prize of all the blood you have spilled, of all the travail and pain you have endured, of all the tears which your deeds have caused, when death hath broken the strong man's spear, and overtaken the speed of his war-horse?

He is the best sailor who can steer within fewest points of the wind, and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles.

Tell that to the marines - the sailors won't believe it.