Tempt Not A Desperate Man

Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I Am Sometimes So By Chance.

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.

Even As One Heat Another Heat Expels, Or As One Nail By Strength Drives Out Another, So The Remembrance Of My Former Love Is By A Newer Object Quite Forgotten.

The Urging Of That Word, Judgment, Hath Bred A Kind Of Remorse In Me.

Give Thanks For What You Are Today And Go On Fighting For What You Gone Be Tomorrow