Mind your P's and Q's.
Third time pays for all
It never does to leave a live Dragon out of the equation.
The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.
I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.