Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

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.

O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!

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?

...crystal and hearts would lose all their merit in the world if it were not for their fragility.

"Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!" Were the last words of Marmion.

Will future ages believe that such stupid bigotry ever existed!