In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.
Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name
Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion.
Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.