But facts are facts and flinch not

They're not very talented, but they didn't give up. They hustled, they worked and they did what they had to do to fight and scrap.

Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,/ The not-incurious in God's handiwork.

The moth's kiss, first! / Kiss me as if you made believe / You were not sure, this eve, / How my face, your flower, had pursed / Its petals up.

I can't tell anybody how to feel but you're not entitled to your own facts,

We'll put out the facts,