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The sons of Hermes love to play,
And only do their best when they
Are told they oughtn’t;
Apollo’s children never shrink
From boring jobs but have to think
Their work important.

– W. H. Auden, Under Which Lyre

Now, this is inspiring( atleast for me!!). Stole the poem from Paul’s site.

Btw, did you know that Apollo was partly gay? More info here.

 

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Luck..

He worked by day

And toiled by night.

He gave up play

And some delight.

Dry books he read,

New things to learn.

And forged ahead,

Success to earn.

He plodded on with

Faith and pluck;

And when he won,

Men called it luck

-Anonymous

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