Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Truth takes no account of centuries.
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.
The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.
Love betters what is best
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.