No one is beaten till he quits,
No one is through till he stops
No matter how hard failure hits,
No matter how often he drops,
A fellow's not down till he lies
In the dust and refuses to rise.
Fate can slam him and bang him around,
And batter his frame till he's sore
Bue she never can say that he's downed
While he bobs up serenely fore more.
A fellow's not dead until he dies,
Nor beat till no longer he tries.
by Edgar A. Guest(1881-1959), A Heap o' Livin'.