The Debts We Owe Ourselves

I Know Him, February's Thrush, And Loud At Eve He Valentines On Sprays That Paw The Naked Bush Where Soon Will Sprout The Thorns And Bines.

Prepare, You Lovers, To Know Love A Thing Of Moods: Not Like Hard Life, Of Laws.

Behold The Life At Ease; It Drifts, The Sharpened Life Commands Its Course.

Always Imitate The Behaviour Of The Winners When You Lose.

See Ye Not, Courtesy Is The True Alchemy, Turning To Gold All It Touches And Tries?