O Friends, Be Men, And

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.

The Proof Of Battle Is Action, Proof Of Words, Debate. No Time For Speeches Now, It's Time To Fight.

Like The Generations Of Leaves, The Lives Of Mortal Men. Now The Wind Scatters The Old Leaves Across The Earth, Now The Living Timber Bursts With The New Buds And Spring Comes Round Again. And So With Men: As One Generation Comes To Life, Another Dies Away.

I Can't Even Say The Word 'titmouse' Without Giggling Like A Schoolgirl.

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.