To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart

The search of our future being is but a needless, anxious, and haste to be knowing, sooner than we can, what, without all this solicitude, we shall know a little later.

Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see

Do you find yourself making excuses when you do not perform? Shed the excuses and face reality. Excuses are the loser's way out. They will mar your credibility and stunt your personal growth.