Edmund Vance Cooke Quotes (4 Quotes)

Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce Or a trouble is what you make it, And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, But only how did you take it.

Perhaps the reward of the spirit who tries Is not the goal but the exercise.

How did you die Did you tackle that trouble that came your way, With a resolute heart and cheerful Or hide your face from the light of day With a craven soul and fearful Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce, Or a trouble is what you make it, And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, But only how did you take it And though you be done to the death, what then If you battled the best you could, If you played your part in the world of men, Why, the critic will call you good. Death comes with a crawl or comes with a pounce, And whether he's slow or spry, It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts, But only how did you die.

This life's a hollow bubble, don't you know Just a painted piece of twouble, don't you know We come to earth to cwy, we gwow oldeh and we sigh, oldeh still, and then we die Don't you know.