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Bets At First Were Fool-traps, Where The Wise Like Spiders Lay In Ambush For The Flies.

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.

All Delays Are Dangerous In War.

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

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.