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

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

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

Sleep in peace, and wake in joy.

The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have know a better day.

What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?