Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.

Dancing Is The Poetry Of The Foot.

I'm A Little Wounded, But I Am Not Slain; I Will Lay Me Down To Bleed A While. Then I'll Rise And Fight Again.

A Lively Faith Will Bear Aloft The Mind, And Leave The Luggage Of Good Works Behind.

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.