And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows.

I keep six honest serving men.

We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth point goes.

And the end of the fight is tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, and the epitaph drear, "A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East."

Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity.