Courage is found in unlikely places.

But the enemy has the move, and he is about to open his full game. And pawns are as likely to see as much of it as any. Sharpen your blade!

Tears unnumbered ye shall shed.

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall, and wind may blow And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree will I lie And let the clouds go sailing by

It is ever so with the things that Men begin: there is a frost in Spring, or a blight in Summer, and they fail of their promise.

A few melancholy birds were pipping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell

Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.