The World Is Run By

Write Your Injuries In Dust, Your Benefits In Marble.

At The Working Man’s House, Hunger Looks In But Dares Not Enter.

Hear No Ill Of A Friend, Nor Speak Any Of An Enemy.

Let Our Fathers And Grandfathers Be Valued For Their Goodness, Ourselves For Our Own.

It Is The Working Man Who Is The Happy Man. It Is The Idle Man Who Is The Miserable Man.