A sinful heart makes feeble hand.

In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

'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!

Saint George and the Dragon!-Bonny Saint George for Merry England!-The castle is won!

For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.

Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.