Tit for Tat

A boy bought a twopenny loaf at the baker's. It struck him that it was much smaller, than usual. So he said to the baker: "I don't believe this loaf is the right weight. " "Oh, never mind,"- answered the baker. "You'll have the less to carry." "Quite right,"- said the boy and put three halfpence on the counter. Just as he was leaving the shop the baker called out to him: "I say, Tommy! You haven't given me the price of the loaf!" "Oh, never mind,"- said the boy, "You'll have the less to count."

"No Enemies" by Charles Mackay

"No Enemies" by Charles Mackay 

You have no enemies, you say? 
Alas! my friend, the boast is poor; 
He who has mingled in the fray 
Of duty, that the brave endure, 
Must have made foes! If you have none, 
Small is the work that you have done. 
You've hit no traitor on the hip, 
You've dashed no cup from perjured lip, 
You've never turned the wrong to right, 
You've been a coward in the fight. 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - The Arrow and the Song. text

THE ARROW AND THE SONG I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

                                Henry Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - The Arrow and the Song Mp3

HERE

My Heart's in the Highlands

My heart's in the Highlands
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,

My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; 
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, 
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, 
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth ; 
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, 
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. 

Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow, 
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below; 
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, 
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. 

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, 
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; 
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, 
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Robert Burns

My Heart's in the Highlands

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To a False Friend

To a False Friend Our hands have met, but not our hearts; Our hands will never meet again. Friends, if we have ever been, Friends we cannot now remain: I only know I lov'd you once, I only know I lov'd in vain; Our hands have met, but not our hearts; Our hands will never meet again! Then farewell to heart and hand! I would our hands had never met: Even the outward form of love Must be resign'd with some regret. Friends we still might seem to be, If my wrong could e'er forget Our hands have join'd but not our hearts: I would our hands had never met! Thomas Hood . 1798-1844

To a False Friend. Thomas Hood

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