I from the jaws of a gardener's bitch
Snatched this bone and then leapt the ditch.

I from the jaws of a gardener's bitch
Snatched this bone and then leapt the ditch.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

The fault of the horse is put on the saddle.

The fault of the horse is put on the saddle.

Give a man enough rope and he'll hang himself.

Give a man enough rope and he'll hang himself.

If a good man thrive, all thrive with him.

If a good man thrive, all thrive with him.

Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?

Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?

May you never forget what is worth remembering, nor ever remember what is best forgotten

May you never forget what is worth remembering, nor ever remember what is best forgotten

In sports and journeys men are knowne.

In sports and journeys men are knowne.