'Tis an old tale, and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me!

Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.

Stood for his country's glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast!

As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.

In the name of God!" said Gurth, "how came they prisoners? and to whom?" "Our master was too ready to fight," said the Jester, "and Athelstane was not ready enough, and no other person was ready at all.

The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!

To be ambitious of true honor, of the true glory and perfection of our natures, is the very principle and incentive of virtue.