Tell that to the marines - the sailors won't believe it.
When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.
Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.
My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.
Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.
Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven.