Country lost, freedom lost.
Courage lost, much lost.
Duty lost, patriotism lost.
Fortune lost, nothing lost
Love all, be false to none,
Love and a cough will not stall,
So love does much for the lover,
But the possession of money does all.
It is never too late to learn.
A door may close-it will open another day.
It is never too late to mend,
Where there is a will, there is a way.
Be not all honey or
The world will swallow you down,
Nor yet all artemisia or
The world will spit you all around.
On a nearby tree sits a Blue Jay,
Reminding me of an imminent change.
The warm days of Summer have faded,
Autumn is not too far out of range.
A little dog with a long tail,
A cow without horns,
A little man who fells a great oak,
are like cocksure plants without thorns.