Haste Makes Waste

Schemes unadvisable and out of reason
Are best adjourned. Wait for a proper season;
Time and a fair conjuncture govern all.
Hasty ambition hurries to a fall;
A fall predestined and ordained by heaven.
By a judicial blindness madly driven,
Mistaking and confounding good and evil,
Men lose their senses as they lose their level.
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Theognis
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