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

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

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.

Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.

Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest.

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

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