Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.
Walter ScottHe is the best sailor who can steer within fewest points of the wind, and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles.
Walter ScottHe turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore."
Walter Scott