Every Man Is In Some Sort A

The Devil Hinders Me. You Know I Say Just What I Think, And Nothing More Nor Less, And, When I Pray, My Heart Is In My Prayer. I Cannot Say One Thing And Mean Another. If I Can't Pray, I Will Not Make Believe!

Sorrow And Silence Are Strong, And Patient Endurance Is Godlike.

Love Gives Itself; It Is Not Bought.

Not In The Clamor Of The Crowded Street, Not In The Shouts And Plaudits Of The Throng, But In Ourselves, Are Triumph And Defeat.

And So We Plough Along, As The Fly Said To The Ox.