For Every Inch That Is Not Fool,

We Must Beat The Iron While It Is Hot, But We May Polish It At Leisure.

Many Things Impossible To Thought Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought.

Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

Virtue Without Success Is A Fair Picture Shown By An Ill Light; But Lucky Men Are Favorites Of Heaven; All Own The Chief, When Fortune Owns The Cause.

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.