Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

It is more difficult to look upon victory than upon battle.

Hurry no man's cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself

It was woman that taught me cruelty, and on woman therefore I have exercised it.

For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.

Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.

Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?