Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one to thank.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
Let bygones be bygones.
And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.
Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.