Adagios

Fool and money soon are parted.
Victory's not for chicken-hearted.
Easy won is dearly bought.
Quickly learned is soon forgot.
Stick, O cobbler, to your last.
Things to come their shadows cast.
Save your breath to cool your broth.
Sacred is the plighted troth.
Ye shall garner as you sow.
Great oaks from small acorns grow.
Silver lines the darkest cloud.
Two is company - three's a crowd.
Making haste is making waste.
Do not argue over taste.
So say sages of the past.
Ponder well and hold them fast.

September 11, 1919