He told me once
The saddest thing that can befall the soul,
Is when it loses faith read more

He told me once
The saddest thing that can befall the soul,
Is when it loses faith in God and woman,
For he had lost them both. Lost I those gems,
Though the world's throne stood open in my path,
I would go wandering back into my childhood,
Searching for them with tears.

Manie things are lost for want of asking.

Manie things are lost for want of asking.

For man is man, and master of his fate.

For man is man, and master of his fate.

Her grief is real who grieves when no one is by.

Her grief is real who grieves when no one is by.

Good workemen are seldome rich.

Good workemen are seldome rich.

Were there no hearers, there would be no backbiters.

Were there no hearers, there would be no backbiters.

It is a great victory that comes without blood.

It is a great victory that comes without blood.

Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]

Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]

What one day gives us, another takes away from us.

What one day gives us, another takes away from us.