Ay, here her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky.

Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the God of storms, The lightning and the gale.

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.

A goose flies by a chart which the Royal Geographical Society could not mend.

Stillness of person and steadiness of features are signal marks of good breeding.

Speak clearly, if you speak at all; carve every word before you let it fall.