God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Robert BrowningBetter have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.
Robert BrowningStand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!
Robert Browning