The weakest goes to the wall.

The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.

Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead!

Welcome ever smiles,And farewell goes out sighing.

Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile - a