Take Pains. Be Perfect.

Now No Way Can I Stray; Save Back To England, All The World's My Way.

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.

If After Every Tempest Come Such Calms, May The Winds Blow Till They Have Waken'd Death!

Reason Thus With Life: If I Do Lose Thee, I Do Lose A Thing That None But Fools Would Keep.

The Painful Warrior Famous For Fight, After A Thousand Victories, Once Foil'd, Is From The Books Of Honor Razed Quite, And All The Rest Forgot For Which He Toil'd