Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.
Walter ScottOne hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.
Walter ScottIn the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.
Walter ScottThe half hour between waking and rising has all my life proved propitious to any task which was exercising my invention... It was always when I first opened my eyes that the desired ideas thronged upon me.
Walter Scott