I Keep Six Honest Serving Men.

He Travels The Fastest Who Travels Alone.

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

If You Can Walk With The Crowd And Keep Your Virtue, Or Walk With Kings-nor Lose The Common Touch; If Neither Foes Nor Loving Friends Can Hurt You; If All Men Count With You, But None Too Much; If You Can Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds' Worth Of Distance Run, Yours Is The Earth And Everything That's In It, And - Which Is More - You'll Be A Man My Son!

They Are Fools Who Kiss And Tell'-- Wisely Has The Poet Sung. Man May Hold All Sorts Of Posts If He'll Only Hold His Tongue.

War Is An Ill Thing, As I Surely Know. But 'twould Be An Ill World For Weaponless Dreamers If Evil Men Were Not Now And Then Slain.