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When in the winning hour

Modesty is a virtue, but inside you can still celebrate! ,

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sara

Date:

25 December 2006

Author:

unknown

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When in the winning hour

When in the winning hours I hold my pride,
And in the swelled head burst my soul to win,
I should in empty glory know I’ve lied,
And battle off my ass’s foolish grin :
For time will turn me sudden over heels,
And leave me nothing in the cold world’s eyes -
God knows I know how that torment feels
When frippery blows off its’ disguise.

Ho there! Be rum and quiet, and have no name,
Ho there! Take counsel, pretend at least to wise;
Deliver us from boasts that lead to shame
For in such face we hold the greater prize :

But inside, carve a wicked hour and scream,
Let no one hear - but celebrate your dream.

-unknown -

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