And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.

What stands if Freedom fail? What dies of England live?

Let all who build beware The load, the shock, the pressure Material can bear. So, when the buckled girder Lets down the grinding span, The blame of loss, or murder, Is laid upon the man. Not on the Stuff - the Man!

Take up the White Man's burden -- send forth the best ye breed -- go, bind your sons to exile to serve your captives need.

Yes, making mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep... For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that an' Chuck him out, the brute! But it's Saviour of his country, when the guns begins to shoot!

Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink.

For the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one.