Empiales, Nivra Lyn

English 78 – A

Sonnet 116
by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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English 78 – A

The Man Who Thinks He Can

by Walter D. Wintle

If you think you are beaten, you are;

If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you'd like to win, but you think you can't,
It is almost a certain - you won't.

If you think you'll lose, you've lost;

For out in this world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will
It's all in the state of mind.

If you think you're outclassed, you are;

You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win the prize.

Life's battles don't always go

To the stronger or faster man;
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can!