Suffering Is But Another Name For The

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But Jove Alone Endues The Soul With Worth.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.