"Lars Porsena of Clusium, by the nine gods he swore that the great house of Tarquin should suffer wrong no more."

"When the goodman mends his armour, and trims his helmet plume; When the goodwife's shuttle merrily goes flashing through the loom; with weeping and with laughter still is the story told, how well Horatius kept the bridge in the brave days of old."

For my Dad who could recite the whole poem by heart! Bless him!

Peter