Dear to me is my bonnie white steed; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.

I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom," he said to himself, "but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.

Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.

Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.

As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.

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

That day of wrath, that dreadful day. When heaven and earth shall pass away.