Unattributed Author

There is so much good in the worst of us,
And so much bad in the best of us,
read more

There is so much good in the worst of us,
And so much bad in the best of us,
That it ill behoves any of us
To find fault with the rest of us.

Live ye, he says, I flee.

Live ye, he says, I flee.

Terrible he rode alone,
With his yemen sword for aid;
Ornament it carried none
read more

Terrible he rode alone,
With his yemen sword for aid;
Ornament it carried none
But the notches on the blade.

Only last night he felt deadly sick, and, after a great deal of
pain, two black crows flew out read more

Only last night he felt deadly sick, and, after a great deal of
pain, two black crows flew out of his mouth and took wing from
the room.

He who labours, prays.
[Lat., Qui laborat, orat.]

He who labours, prays.
[Lat., Qui laborat, orat.]