For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.

For Afterwards A Man Finds Pleasure In His Pains, When He Has Suffered Long And Wandered Long. So I Will Tell You What You Ask And Seek To Know.

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Swing To The Work, We Must - Just Two As We Are - If We Hope To Make Some Headway. The Worst Cowards, Banded Together, Have Their Power, But You And I Have Got The Skill To Fight Their Best.

Shame Greatly Hurts Or Greatly Helps Mankind.