The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.
Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.