I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives, In Your Weakness, Strength Unto Your Foe, And So Your Follies Fight Against Yourself. Fear, And Be Slain--so Worse Can Come To Fight; And Fight And Die Is Death Destroying Death, Where Fearing Dying Pays Death Servile Breath.

So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.

Your Praises Will Become Your Wages.

If All The Year Were Playing Holidays; To Sport Would Be As Tedious As To Work.