As the dawn comes up like thunder.
'E's all'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An''e's generally shammin' when'e's dead.
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
This is Burma, and it will be quite unlike any land you know about.
For the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one.
I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.