Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do
Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.
The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from a financial point of view and then those which I feel disinclined to-it leaves nothing