Thought Is The Soul Of Act.

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.

Just For A Handful Of Silver He Left Us, Just For A Riband To Stick In His Coat.

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!

Open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It ‘italy.'

Boot, Saddle, To Horse, And Away!