A Lion May Die Of An Ass's

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.

One Wise Man's Verdict Outweighs All The Fools'.

One Who Never Turned His Back But Marched Breast Forward, Never Doubted Clouds Would Break, Never Dreamed, Though Right Were Worsted, Wrong Would Triumph, Held We Fall To Rise, Are Baffled To Fight Better, Sleep To Wake.

Life Is An Empty Dream.

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.