Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich

O Friends, Be Men; So Act That None May Feel Ashamed To Meet The Eyes Of Other Men. Think Each One Of This Children And His Wife, His Home, His Parents, Living Yet And Dead. For Them, The Absent Ones, I Supplicate, And Bid You Rally Here, And Scorn To Fly.

Bursts As A Wave That From The Clouds Impends, And Swell'd With Tempests On The Ship Descends; White Are The Decks With Foam; The Winds Aloud Howl O'er The Masts, And Sing Through Every Shroud: Pale, Trembling, Tir'd, The Sailors Freeze With Fears; And Instant Death On Every Wave Appears.

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.

When A Woman Says Nothing's Wrong, That Means Everything's Wrong. And When A Woman Says Everything's Wrong, That Means Everything's Wrong! And When A Woman Says Something's Not Funny, You'd Better Not Laugh Your Ass Off!

This Is The Way I've Always Thought It Should Be. We've Always Blamed Ourselves, But I Guess We Know What Cylinder Wasn't Firing!