Dreams are sent by God.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
youth is quick in feeling but weak in judgement.
Shoulder-to-shoulder, swing to the work, we must - just two as we are - if we hope to make some headway. The worst cowards, banded together, have their power, but you and I have got the skill to fight their best.
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.
I want answers now or I want them eventually!