On Tact

D ON'T tell your Friends abour your Indigestion:
" How are you! " is a Greeting, not a Question.

The Kindly may be Nuisances and Bores;
A Saint who Snores means well, but still he Snores!

A N Enemy he made through Scorn to spend
The Courtesy that would have made a Friend.

W HEN you strive for the Place
That you feel the World owes,
Look the World in the Face,
But don't pull the World's Nose!
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