I Keep Six Honest Serving

He Travels The Fastest Who Travels Alone.

Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds Worth Of Distance Run.

There Rise Her Timeless Capitals Of Empires Daily Born, Whose Plinths Are Laid At Midnight And Whose Streets Are Packed At Morn; And Here Come Tired Youths And Maids That Feign To Love Or Sin In Tones Like Rusty Razor Blades To Tunes Like Smitten Tin.

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.

If You Can Dream - And Not Make Dreams Your Master.