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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lay Your Ears Back and Fight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN you drink of what the poets rave about as “sorrer’s cup”,<br>And yer mouth, in spite of laughin’, gits a curve the wrong way up,<br>Do not whine for help or pity; never cringe at fortunes frown—<br>Lay yer list’ners back and fight until you fight yer sorrers down!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the world on empty pockets is at times a little harsh<br>And the weights of care are clinging to the ends of your mustarsh,<br>Never let yer grief boil over; it is nothing to the town—<br>Lay yer list‘ners back and battle till you fight yer sorres down!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the law of gravitation lays a hand upon yer heart,<br>An’ the “slings an’ arrers” fetch yer and you feel ’em pretty smart,<br>When you cannot find a billet, and you haven’t half-a-crown—<br>Lay yer list’ners hack and fight until you fight yer sorrers down!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the gilt upon the future wears in places very thin,<br>Look as if there’s nothink crooked, try an’ summon up a grin;<br>There’s a mask that you must always wear the other way about—<br>Lay yer list’ners back and battle till you knock yer sorrers out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408670" data-title="Lay Your Ears Back and Fight de Henry Lawson" data-description="WHEN you drink of what the poets rave about as “sorrer’s cup”, And yer mouth, in spite of laughin’, gits a curve the wrong way up, Do not whine for help or pity; never cringe at fortunes frown— Lay yer list’ners back and fight until yo..."></div> </div> </div>
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