Knitting the Horse I Fell Off Of

You won't believe what I've cast on for (glutton for punishment). I've railed and ranted about them (I must be out of my mind). I've even given these a very rude sobriquet (Ha, Diane, make game of my erudite vocabulary in the comments, will you?). I'm noticing a distinctly negative trend in the my thinking as I knit (I loathe and despise dpn's).

Rather than boil my blood or pop a vein, in lieu of climbing the walls, spitting nails or chewing tacks, and on the theory that all is fair in love and war, I have decided to channel the encouragement conferred on the Lord Chancellor by the Lords Ararat and Tolloller. Said advice I have, out of the goodness and kindness of my heart, decided to share with you.

"If you go in
You're sure to win –
Yours will be the charming maidie:
Be your law
The ancient saw,
"Faint heart never won fair lady!"

Refrain:
Never, never, never,
"Faint heart never won fair lady!"

Every journey has an end –
When at the worst affairs will mend –
Dark the dawn when day is nigh –
Hustle your horse and don't say die!

He who shies
At such a prize
Is not worth a maravedi,
Be so kind
To bear in mind –
"Faint heart never won fair lady!"

Refrain.

While the sun shines make your hay –
Where a will is, there's a way –
Beard the lion in his lair –
None but the brave deserve the fair!

I'll take heart
And make a start –
Though I fear the prospect's shady –
Much I'd spend
To gain my end –
"Faint heart never won fair lady!"

Refrain.

Nothing venture, nothing win –
Blood is thick, but water's thin –
In for a penny, in for a pound –
It's Love that makes the world go round!

Nothing venture, nothing win –
Blood is thick, but water's thin –
In for a penny, in for a pound –
It's Love that makes the world go round!"*

I'm really only doing this because I can't bear to waste the yarn.

*Gilbert, William S. and Sullivan, Arthur. Iolanthe, Act 2