I Try All Things, I Achieve What

At Banquets Surfeit Not, But Fill; Partake, And Retire; And Eat Not Again Till You Crave.

But Are Sailors, Frequenters Of Fiddlers' Greens, Without Vices? No; But Less Often Than With Landsmen Do Their Vices, So Called, Partake Of Crookedness Of Heart, Seeming Less To Proceed From Viciousness Than Exuberance Of Vitality After Long Constraint: Frank Manifestations In Accordance With Natural Law.

The Drama's Done. Why Then Here Does Any One Step Forth? — Because One Did Survive The Wreck.

He Knows Himself, And All That's In Him, Who Knows Adversity.

There Never Was A Great Man Yet Who Spent All His Life Inland.