Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother,

Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due From God, A Glory That To Suffering Owes Its Birth.

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

The Reward Of Suffering Is Experience

By Time And Age Full Many Things Are Taught.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.