My father’s friend came once to tea.
He laughed and talked. He spoke to me.
But in another week they said
That friendly pink-faced man was dead.
“How sad . .” they said, “the best of men . .”— Frances Cornford
So I said too, “How sad”; but then
Deep in my heart I thought with pride,
“I know a person who has died.”
So begins the day,
Solid, chill, and gray,
But my heart will wake
Happy for your sake;
No more tossed and wild,
Singing like a child,
Quiet as a flower
In this first gray hour.
So my heart will wake— Frances Darwin Cornford
Happy, for your sake.
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,— William Ernest Henley
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
If you can’t pay for a thing, don’t buy it. If you can’t get paid for it, don’t sell it. So you will have calm days, drowsy nights, and all the good business you have now, and none of the bad.— John Ruskin
Haste and rashness are storms and tempests, breaking and wrecking business; but nimbleness is a full, fair wind, blowing it with speed to the haven.— Thomas Fuller
Drive thy business, let not thy business drive thee. — Benjamin Franklin— Benjamin Franklin
I spoiled the day;
Hotly, in haste,
All the calm hours
I gashed and defaced.
Let me forget,
Let me embark
—Sleep for my boat—
And sail through the dark.
Till a new day— Frances Darwin Cornford
Heaven shall send,
Whole as an apple,
Kind as a friend.