My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.
Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.
Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.
Certainly," quoth Athelstane, "women are the least to be trusted of all animals, monks and abbots excepted.
Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.