'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!

Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.

A fool's wild speech confounds the wise.

Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion.

Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?

Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.

Teach self-denial and make its practice pleasure, and you can create for the world a destiny more sublime that ever issued from the brain of the wildest dreamer.