Still flow from the same tank.
“A rolling stone gathers no moss,” for trying junctures
May some wildcatters fit;
But then it is the rolling wheel that gathers punctures,
Which makes the old saw nit.
Be not a spouting well that keeps an endless flow;
It isn’t always wise to tell all that you know,
But all you tell be mighty sure it’s truly so.
“Young Luckyboy made fifty-thousand plunks
From one small can of crude,”