A politician is known by the promises he keeps |
A Promise made is a debt unpaid |
A Promise made is a debt unpaid |
Ah yes, I know my brow is low
And often wished it high. So that I might with rapture write An epic of the sky. . . . |
Ah! the clock is always slow; It is later than you think; Sadly later than you think; Far, far later than you think |
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last. |
Avoid extremes: be moderate
In saving and in spending; An equable and easy gait Will win an easy ending. . . . |
Aye, teach me, Lord of Life, I pray,
As I salute the sun, To bear myself that every day May be a Golden One. |
For I have found it wise in life
To take the luck the way it's coming; A wake, a worry or a wife -- Just carry on and keep a-humming. . . . |
His life, though none too long,
Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full. |
I haled me a woman from the street, Shameless but oh so fair, I bade her sit in the model's seat, And I painted her sitting there. |
I wanted the gold, and I got it --
Came out with a fortune last fall, -- Yet somehow life's not what I thought it, And somehow the gold isn't all. |
I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave, Was it famine or scurvy -- I fought it; I hurled my youth into a grave. |
It's a different song when everything's wrong, when you're feeling infernally mortal; when it's ten against one, and hope there is none, buck up, little soldier, and chortle. |
My pipe is out, my glass is dry; My fire is almost ashes too; But once again, before you go, And I prepare to meet the New : Old Year! a parting word that's true, For we've been comrades, you and I - I thank God for each day of you; There! bless yo |