Have Thy Tools Ready. God Will Find

I Have Fought My Fight, I Have Lived My Life, I Have Drunk My Share Of Wine; From Trier To Coln There Was Never A Knight Led A Merrier Life Than Mine.

Every Winter, When The Great Sun Has Turned His Face Away, The Earth Goes Down Into A Vale Of Grief, And Fasts, And Weeps, And Shrouds Herself In Sables, Leaving Her Wedding-garlands To Decay- Then Leaps In Spring To His Returning Kisses.

Life Is Too Short For Mean Anxieties.

Madame Nature Allows No Dangerous Classes, In The Modern Sense. She Has, Doubtless For Some Wise Reason, No Mercy For The Weak. She Rewards Each Organism According To Its Works; And If Anything Grows Too Weak Or Stupid To Take Care Of Itself, She Gives It Its Due Deserts By Letting It Die And Disappear.

In The Light Of Fuller Day, Of Purer Science, Holier Laws.