While We Ponder When To Begin, It

When Defeat Is Inevitable, It Is Wisest To Yield.

It Is Fitting That A Liar Should Be A Man Of Good Memory.

Men, Even When Alone, Lighten Their Labors By Song, However Rude It May Be.

The Soul Languishing In Obscurity Contracts A Kind Of Rust, Or Abandons Itself To The Chimera Of Presumption; For It Is Natural For It To Acquire Something, Even When Separated From Any One.

While We Are Making Up Our Minds As To When We Shall Begin. The Opportunity Is Lost.