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

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

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.

O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your years to-day and come As children back to childhood's house.

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

One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before.