Well, If I Am A Man, A

Everyone Is More Or Less Mad On One Point.

If You Can Meet With Triumph And Disaster And Treat Those Two Impostors Just The Same.

But Till We Are Built Like Angels, With Hammer And Chisel And Pen, We Will Work For Ourself And A Woman, Forever And Ever, Amen.

And The Talk Slid North, And The Talk Slid South With The Sliding Puffs From The Hookah-mouth; Four Things Greater Than All Things Are Women And Horses And Power And War.

They Are Fools Who Kiss And Tell'-- Wisely Has The Poet Sung. Man May Hold All Sorts Of Posts If He'll Only Hold His Tongue.