Will It, And Set To Work Briskly.

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

If You Cannot Please Everyone With Your Deeds And Your Art, Please A Few. To Please Many Is Bad.

Never The Grave Gives Back What It Has Won!

Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I Dare Defy My Century Into The Lists.

No Cause Has He To Say His Doom Is Harsh, Who's Made The Master Of His Destiny.