For of all hard things to bear and grin, / The hardest is knowing you're taken in.

And though hard be the task, keep a stiff upper lip.

O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain.

Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!

Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.

Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build

Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled face.