INVICTUS William Ernest Henly OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole

, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

Desiderata Max Ehrmann Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter,

Be cheerful. Therefore be at peace with God. and everywhere life is full of heroism. Take kindly the counsel of the years. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is. however humble. Strive to be happy. you have a right to be here. keep peace in your soul. And whatever your labors and aspirations. no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career. and broken dreams. Neither be cynical about love. for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment. for the world is full of trickery. it is as perennial as the grass. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars. Beyond a wholesome discipline. And whether or not it is clear to you. Be yourself. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. many persons strive for high ideals. Especially do not feign affection. Richard Cory Edwin Arlington Robinson . gracefully surrendering the things of youth. it is still a beautiful world. be gentle with yourself. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs. whatever you conceive Him to be. in the noisy confusion of life. With all its sham. drudgery.

A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. Lawrence I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. richer than a king. Who. And who hoarded from the Spring branches The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms. And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine. And went without the meat.H.WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town. I Think Continually Of Those Who Were Truly Great Stephen Spender I think continually of those who were truly great. But still he fluttered pulses when he said. and waited for the light. and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed. And he was always human when he talked. And Richard Cory. Whose lovely ambition Was that their lips. one calm summer night. So on we worked. And he was rich²yes. remembered the soul's history Through corridors of light where the hours are suns Endless and singing. from the womb." and he glittered when he walked. we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. What is precious is never to forget The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs . "Good-morning. Clean favored. We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown. Went home and put a bullet through his head Self Pity D. and cursed the bread. Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song. still touched with fire.

Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth. and leave their children free. The Concord Hymn Ralph Waldo Emerson (1837) By the rude bridge that arched the flood. near the sun. -Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raised to them and Thee. Gunga Din . O Thou who made those heroes dare To die. On this green bank. When. And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream that seaward creeps. Here once the embattled farmers stood. our sons are gone. And left the vivid air signed with their honor. Their flag to April's breeze unfurled. Alike the conqueror silent sleeps. The foe long since in silence slept. And fired the shot heard round the world. The names of those who in their lives fought for life Who wore at their hearts the fire's center. We place with joy a votive stone. Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun. Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit. Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light Nor its grave evening demand for love. That memory may their deeds redeem. in the highest fields See how these names are f ted by the waving grass And by the streamers of white cloud And whispers of wind in the listening sky. Near the snow. like our sires. by this soft stream.

We shouted "Harry By!" Till our throats were bricky-dry. Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl. get it! Panee lao! You squidgy-nosed old idol. But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water.Rudyard Kipling You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere. Gunga Din. Gunga Din! Hi! slippery hitherao! Water. . Where I used to spend my time A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen. where the mischief 'ave you been? You put some juldee in it Or I'll marrow you this minute If you don't fill up my helmet." The uniform 'e wore Was nothin' much before. Gunga Din. Gunga Din!" 'E would dot an' carry one Till the longest day was done. For a piece o' twisty rag An' a goatskin water-bag Was all the field-equipment 'e could find. An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear. An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it. When the sweatin' troop-train lay In a sidin' through the day. Of all them blackfaced crew The finest man I knew Was our regimental bhisti. An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind. If we charged or broke or cut. Now in Injia's sunny clime. An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it. It was "Din! Din! Din! You 'eathen. Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all. He was "Din! Din! Din! You limpin' lump o' brick-dust.

"I 'ope you liked your drink". inside When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire! It was "Din! Din! Din!" With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green. So I'll meet 'im later on At the place where 'e is gone ² Where it's always double drill and no canteen. With 'is mussick on 'is back. An' he plugged me where I bled. An' just before 'e died. 'E put me safe inside. I was chokin' mad with thirst. It was "Din! Din! Din! 'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen. I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din. An' for all 'is dirty 'ide 'E was white. An' 'e's kickin' all around: For Gawd's sake git the water. But of all the drinks I've drunk. 'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear. gruntin' Gunga Din. sez Gunga Din. 'E lifted up my 'ead. clear white. An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean. When the cartridges ran out. An' the man that spied me first Was our good old grinnin'.You could bet your bloomin' nut. Gunga Din!" 'E carried me away To where a dooli lay. An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green: It was crawlin' and it stunk. An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire". You could hear the front-files shout. 'E's chawin' up the ground. "Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!" I shan't forgit the night When I dropped be'ind the fight With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been. 'E'll be squattin' on the coals . 'E would skip with our attack.

nor lose the common touch. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting. You're a better man than I am. And yet don't look too good.. Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.and not make thoughts your aim. Gunga Din! If. don't give way to hating. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you. nor talk too wise: If you can dream . And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools. An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din! Yes. Or watch the things you gave your life to broken.Givin' drink to poor damned souls. Or walk with kings . Or being hated. And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone. and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss. And lose. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same. Din! Din! Din! You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din! Though I've belted you and flayed you. .. Or being lied about. But make allowance for their doubting too. By the livin' Gawd that made you. If you can think . don't deal in lies.and not make dreams your master.

you'll be a Man my son! As Much As You Can Constantine P. till it becomes like an alien burdensome life Into My Own Robert Frost ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees. I do not see why I should e¶er turn back. Do not disgrace it by taking it. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away. Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me. who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it. If all men count with you. but none too much. Were not.If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. in the many movements and all the talk. Cavafy And if you cannot make your life as you want it. at least try this as much as you can: do not disgrace it in the crowding contact with the world. So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze.which is more . Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. the merest mask of gloom. . And . as ¶twere. dragging it around often and exposing it to the daily folly of relationships and associations. But stretched away unto the edge of doom. Fearless of ever finding open land.

Never became a forest king But lived and died a scrubby thing. Good Timber Douglas Malloch The tree that never had to fight For sun and sky and air and light. you can¶t beat death but you can beat death in life. the more light there will be. and the more often you learn to do it. be on the watch. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. The Laughing Heart Charles Bukowksi your life is your life don¶t let it be clubbed into dank submission. Who never had to win his share Of sun and sky and light and air. know them. the gods will offer you chances. sometimes. be on the watch. Never became a manly man . there are ways out. The man who never had to toil To gain and farm his patch of soil. there is a light somewhere. But stood out in the open plain And always got its share of rain. your life is your life. take them.They would not find me changed from him they knew² Only more sure of all I thought was true.

By sun and cold. the stronger trees. This is the common law of life. Where thickest lies the forest growth. the more the strength. Good timber does not grow with ease: The stronger wind. And they hold counsel with the stars Whose broken branches show the scars Of many winds and much of strife. time and substance Through an elusive sense of contentment . In trees and men good timbers grow. The further sky. The more the storm. the greater length. Smoky Patterns Jude Forese Madness is only a burden If you're unaware of its pathology Just as the sins of man Are only creations of circumstance and necessity Built upon a preoccupation With character and identity Until the subconscious desires kick in And power controls unleash Then the crystal ashtray with a puro Nestled between contoured groves And its adjacent objects own you Then the urges and passions of existence And even their smoke trails and long ashes Have the authority and control To possess your sense of self Just as a home shelters you Or a car transports you Through miles of space.But lived and died as he began. We find the patriarchs of both. by rain and snow.

But the earth remains forever. Koheleth Utter futility! All is futile! What real value is there for a man In all the gains he makes«? One generation goes.´ .And a false sense of security While doing ninety on the freeway Just to arrive and relax arm in arm before the fireplace Reflecting on the cozy relationship With all your things and beings Attached to this world Smoking a Cohiba in the smoky patterns of life. another comes.