Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! Vain as the leaf upon the stream, And fickle as a changeful dream; Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood. Thou many-headed monster thing, Oh who would wish to be thy king!

Chivalry!---why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection---the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant ---Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword.

The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.

For Love will still be lord of all.

The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.

Tell that to the marines - the sailors won't believe it.