Joy, Temperance, And Repose, Slam The Door

Look Upon The Errors Of Others In Sorrow, Not In Anger.

And The Bright Faces Of My Young Companions Are Wrinkled Like My Own, Or Are No More.

Think Not Because No Man Sees, Such Things Will Remain Unseen.

Let Him Not Boast Who Puts His Armor On As He Who Puts It Off, The Battle Done.

Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall.