The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
A legend is an old man with a cane known for what he used to do. I'm still doing it.
For at least another hundred years we must pretend to ourselves and to every one that fair is foul and foul is fair; for foul is useful and fair is not. Avarice and usury and precaution must be our gods for a little longer still.