'e's All'ot Sand An' Ginger

If You Can Meet With Triumph And Disaster And Treat Those Two Impostors Just The Same.

War Is An Ill Thing, As I Surely Know. But 'twould Be An Ill World For Weaponless Dreamers If Evil Men Were Not Now And Then Slain.

And When Your Back Stops Aching And Your Hands Begin To Harden, You Will Find Yourself A Partner In The Glory Of The Garden.

The Heart Of A Man To The Heart Of A Maid- Light Of My Tents, Be Fleet- Morning Awaits At The End Of The World, And The World Is All At Our Feet.

Be Slow To Judge For We Know Little Of What Has Been Done And Nothing Of What Has Been Resisted.