Art thou a friend to Roderick?
Discretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to us in all the duties of life.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.
What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?
The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have know a better day.