It Is A Note Of Upstart Greatness

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.

Nor For My Peace Will I Go Far, As Wanderers Do, That Still Do Roam, But Make My Strengths, Such As They Are, Here In My Bosom, And At Home.

Tell Troth And Shame The Devil.

O! How Vain And Vile A Passion Is This Fear! What Base Uncomely Things It Makes Men Do.

If You Succeed Not, Cast Not Away The Quills Yet, Nor Scratch The Wainscot, Beat Not The Poor Desk, But Bring All To The Forge And File Again; Turn It New.