I Find Cambridge An Asylum, In Every

Life, To Be Sure, Is Nothing Much To Lose, But Young Men Think It Is, And We Were Young.

Luck's A Chance, But Trouble's Sure.

But Men At Whiles Are Sober And Think By Fits And Starts. And If They Think, They Fasten Their Hands Upon Their Hearts

Tomorrow, More's The Pity, Away We Both Must Hie, To Air The Ditty And To Earth I.

Therefore, Since The World Has Still Much Good, But Much Less Good Than Ill, And While The Sun And Moon Endure Luck's A Chance, But Trouble's Sure, I'd Face It As A Wise Man Would, And Train For Ill And Not For Good.