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Take the instant way; 
For honour travels in a strait so narrow, 
Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; 
For emulation hath a thousand sons, 
That one by one pursue: if you give way, 
Or edge aside from the direct forthright, 
Like to an entered tide, they all rush by, 
And leave you hindmost. 
Shakspeare. 
The keen spirit 
Seizes the prompt occasion,—makes the thought 
Start into instant action, and at once 
Plans and performs, resolves and executes. 
Hannah More. 
Come, I have learned, that fearful commenting 
Is laden servitor to dull delay; 
Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary. 
Then fiery expedition be my wing, 
Jove’s Merowry, and herald for a king! 
Go, muster men : my counsel is my shield: 
We must be brief, when traitors brave the field. 
\ Shakspeare. 
Rouse thee! wake thy soul from sadness; 
Fail not in the eager strife! 
See around the bright earth’s gladness,— 
All activity and life! 
Peerbold. 
