Beware of desp'rate steps! The darkest day (Live till tomorrow) will have passed away. - William Cowper

But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.

Reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene.

He sees that this great roundabout The world, with all its motley rout, Church, army, physic, law, Its customs and its businesses, Is no concern at all of his, And says—what says he?—Caw.