New at IWP Books: Arthur Guiterman, 1924, A Poet’s Proverbs.

Don’t tell your Friends abour your Indigestion:
“How are you!” is a Greeting, not a Question.

A House begins to be a Ruin, when
A Fallen Tile is not put back again.

The Past’s a Book wherein some Truths are found,
But not a Chain by which Men’s Feet are bound.

If all the World looks drear, perhaps the meaning
Is that your Windows need a little Cleaning.

No Path can give Delight
To him whose Shoes are Tight.

Adventurers who dare not sail their Ships
Till Wind and Tide are fair, will make Few Trips.

Sailor bold, be not too bold;
The Ship is Young, the Sea is Old.

He that’s called the Fearless One
Oft is he that Feared to Run.

You’re sure that you are Right? How fine and strong!
But were you never just as Sure — and Wrong?

Who takes one Stroke in turn at Every Tree,
Fells None, however sharp his Ax may be.

If Errand-running be your Part,
Raise Errand-running to an Art.

The Wise must seek the Dull, else Wisdom dies;
For hardly will the Dull seek out the Wise.

“Our Cause is Just!” so all Men say
“God send us Victory!” But long
I look for One who dares to pray,
“God send Defeat if I am Wrong!

Men often think they do not Care to do
The Deeds they really do not Dare to do.