I Will Be A Man

Big Words Do Not Smite Like War-clubs, Boastful Breath Is Not A Bow-string, Taunts Are Not So Sharp As Arrows, Deeds Are Better Things Than Words Are, Actions Mightier Than Boastings.

All Things Must Change To Something New, To Something Strange.

Nor Deem The Irrevocable Past As Wholly Wasted, Wholly Vain, If, Rising On Its Wrecks, At Last To Something Nobler We Attain.

As Turning The Logs Will Make A Dull Fire Burn, So Change Of Studies A Dull Brain.

The Hooded Clouds, Like Friars, Tell Their Beads In Drops Of Rain.