One if by land, two if by sea. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away.

We often excuse our own want of philanthropy by giving the name of fanaticism to the more ardent zeal of others.