Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed,— As, God be thanked! I do not. - Robert Browning

So, Willy, let you and me be wipers Of scores out with all men — especially pipers! And, whether they pipe us from rats or from mice, If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise!

I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart,
As a man calls for wine before he fights,
I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights,
Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.
Think first, fight afterwards, the soldier’s art:
One taste of the old time sets all to rights.

You should not take a fellow eight years old And make him swear to never kiss the girls.