Drop English earth on him beneath
Do our sons; and their sons bequeath
His glories and our pride and grief
For Lionheart that lies below
That feared not toil nor tears nor foe.
Let the oak stand tho’ tempests blow
So Churchill sleeps, yet surely wakes
Old Warrior where the morning breaks
On sunlit uplands. But the heart aches
People of the same trade seldom meet together, even for merriment and diversion, but the conversation ends in a conspiracy against the public, or in some contrivance to raise prices.
Nothing is as dangerous for the state as those who would govern kingdoms with maxims found in books
Mighty rivers can be easily leaped at their source
be of love(a little)
Than of everything
guard her perhaps only
A trifle less
(merely beyond how very)
Nothing,remember love by
Her least never with most
memory)give entirely each
Forever its freedom
(Dare until a flower,
Open what thousandth why
There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.