Classic Poem

Those Testy Souls whom every Word offends,
Like Porcupines and Nettles, have no Friends.

I F Everyone is slighting You Alone,
The Fault is always, possibly, your own.

H E pelts each Dog that barks at him, and so
Has Time for Naught but finding Stones to throw.

Dislikes may whet your Wit, but leave you lonely;
True Happiness is found in Loving, only.
W HEN in comes Doubt,
Love goes out.