Look, I'm Not Asking You To Like

O Friends, Be Men; So Act That None May Feel Ashamed To Meet The Eyes Of Other Men. Think Each One Of This Children And His Wife, His Home, His Parents, Living Yet And Dead. For Them, The Absent Ones, I Supplicate, And Bid You Rally Here, And Scorn To Fly.

It Is Equally Wrong To Speed A Guest Who Does Not Want To Go, And To Keep One Back Who Is Eager. You Ought To Make Welcome The Present Guest, And Send Forth The One Who Wishes To Go.

It Is Wrong To Sorrow Without Ceasing.

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

Wine Gives Strength To Weary Men.