“You know the Model of your Car. You know just what its powers are. You treat it with a deal of care, Nor tax it more than it will bear. But as to self — that's different. Your mechanism may be bent, Your carbureter gone to grass, Your engine just a rusty mass. Your wheels may wobble and your cogs Be handed over to the dogs, And on you skip, and skid, and slide, Without a thought of things inside. What fools indeed we mortals are To lavish care upon a Car, With ne'er a bit of time to see About our own machinery!” KnowsMayDifferentSelfBodyCareBitsDealsGoneDogCarFoolBearsTaxesMassModelsTreatsMortalsGrassWheelsEnginesMechanismBentMachinerySlidesSkipCogs Book:The Cheery Way: A Bit of Verse for Every Day Source: The Cheery Way: A Bit of Verse for Every Day
“If I must have an ill, may it be real, That I may meet it eye to eye and fight, And wheresoever it may strength reveal Get after it with all my main and might. The woe that but impends and wears the mind With worry deep and most vexatious care, Is harder fighting than the realler kind, For when you come to strike—it isn't there!” IfsMindKindMayRealMightEyeCareFightingWorryHarderIllStrikesBeing RealWoe Author:John Kendrick Bangs
