November's Sky Is Chill And

He That Climbs A Ladder Must Begin At The First Round.

My Foot Is On My Native Heath, And My Name Is Macgregor.

The Half Hour Between Waking And Rising Has All My Life Proved Propitious To Any Task Which Was Exercising My Invention... It Was Always When I First Opened My Eyes That The Desired Ideas Thronged Upon Me.

I Like A Highland Friend Who Will Stand By Me Not Only When I Am In The Right, But When I Am A Little In The Wrong.

November's Sky Is Chill And Drear, November's Leaf Is Red And Sear.