My valet-de-chambre sings me no such song.

My valet-de-chambre sings me no such song.

It hath been an antient custom among them [Hungarians] that none
should wear a fether but he who had read more

It hath been an antient custom among them [Hungarians] that none
should wear a fether but he who had killed a Turk, to whom onlie
yt was lawful to shew the number of his slaine enemys by the
number of fethers in his cappe.

A hero is born among a hundred, a wise man is found among a thousand, but an accomplished one might read more

A hero is born among a hundred, a wise man is found among a thousand, but an accomplished one might not be found even among a hundred thousand men

Worship of a hero is transcendent admiration of a great man.

Worship of a hero is transcendent admiration of a great man.

No man is a hero to his valet.
[Fr., Il n'y a pas de grand homme pour son valet-de-chambre.]

No man is a hero to his valet.
[Fr., Il n'y a pas de grand homme pour son valet-de-chambre.]

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit read more

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.
. . . .
The flames roll'd on--he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

Ferryman ho! In the night so black
Hark to the clank of iron;
'Tis heroes of the read more

Ferryman ho! In the night so black
Hark to the clank of iron;
'Tis heroes of the Yser,
'Tis sweethearts of glory,
'Tis lads who are unafraid!
Ferryman ho!

To a valet no man is a hero.
[Ger., Es gibt fur den Kammerdiener keiner Helden.]

To a valet no man is a hero.
[Ger., Es gibt fur den Kammerdiener keiner Helden.]

The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great read more

The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great are jails,
And head-winds right for royal sails.