O Helena, Goddess, Nymph, Perfect, Divine! To

There Is No Such Sport As Sport By Sport O'erthrown.

When I Got Enough Confidence, The Stage Was Gone. When I Was Sure Of Losing, I Won. When I Needed People The Most, They Left Me. When I Learnt To Dry My Tears, I Found A Shoulder To Cry On. And When I Mastered The Art Of Hating, Somebody Started Loving Me.

He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not Forget The Precious Treasure Of His Eyesight Lost.

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.

They That Stand High Have Many Blasts To Shake Them.