Have Thy Tools Ready. God Will Find

For Men Must Work And Women Must Weep, And The Sooner It's Over, The Sooner To Sleep.

The Invitation, To Tom Highes What We Can We Will Be, Honest Englishmen. Do The Work That's Nearest, Though It's Dull At Whiles, Helping, When We Meet Them, Lame Dogs Over Stiles.

Being Forced To Work, And Forced To Do Your Best, Will Breed In You Temperance And Self-control, Diligence And Strength Of Will, Cheerfulness And Content, And A Hundred Virtues Which The Idle Will Never Know.

A Blessed Thing It Is To Have A Friend; One Human Soul Whom We Can Trust Utterly; Who Knows The Best And Worst Of Us, And Who Loves Us In Spite Of All Our Faults; Who Will Speak The Honest Truth To Us, While The World Flatters Us To Our Face, And Laughs At Us Behind Our Back; Who Will Give Us Counsel And Reproof In A Day Of Prosperity And Self-conceit; But Who, Again, Will Comfort And Encourage Us In Days Of Difficulty And Sorrow, When The World Leaves Us Alone To Fight Our Own Battle As We Can.

Be Good, Sweet Maid, And Let Who Will Be Clever.