Now Deep In Ocean Sunk The Lamp

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.

So It Is That The Gods Do Not Give All Men Gifts Of Grace - Neither Good Looks Nor Intelligence Nor Eloquence.

What Is This Word That Broke Through The Fence Of Your Teeth, Atreides?

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.

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