Tis Beauty, So To Speak, Nor Good

If You Can Keep Your Wits About You While All Others Are Losing Theirs, And Blaming You. The World Will Be Yours And Everything In It, What's More, You'll Be A Man, My Son.

Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Set Us To Work Anew.

Cities And Thrones And Powers Stand In Time's Eye, Almost As Long As Flowers, Which Daily Die

If You Can Meet With Triumph And Disaster And Treat Those Two Impostors Just The Same.

The Toad Beneath The Harrow Knows Exactly Where Each Tooth Point Goes.