Camelus desiderans cornua etiam aures perdidit. The camel set out to get him horns and was shorn of his ears. ErasmusAdagia. Chil. III. Cent. V. 8. heading. Greek proverb from Apostolius. IX. 59 b. VIII. 43. English a free translation of the same from the rendering of the Proverb applied to Baalam by the Rabbis of the Talmud. Sanhedrin. 106 a.
You may boldly say, you did not plough Or trust the barren and ungrateful sands With the fruitful grain of your religious counsels. MassingerThe Renegado. Arenas arantes. Plough the sands. Phrase used by Mr. Asquith, Nov. 21, 1894, at Birmingham. BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sec. 2. Mem. 1. Subs. 2.
All honor to him who shall win the prize, The world has cried for a thousand years; But to him who tries and fails and dies, I give great honor and glory and tears. Joaquin MillerFor Those Who Fail.
Nam quamvis prope to, quamvis temone sub uno Vertentem sese, frustra sectabere cantum Cum rota posterior curras et in axe secundo. Why, like the hindmost chariot wheels, art curst Still to be near but neer to reach the first. PersiusSatires. V. 71. Drydens trans. English, one of the mottoes of the Spectator, Tatler, Guardian.
Quod si deficiant vires, audacia certe Laus erit: in magnis et voluisse sat est. Although strength should fail, the effort will deserve praise. In great enterprises the attempt is enough. PropertiusElegiæ. II. 10. 5.
Allow me to offer my congratulations on the truly admirable skill you have shown in keeping clear of the mark. Not to have hit once in so many trials, argues the most splendid talents for missing. De QuinceyWorks. Vol. XIV. P. 161. Ed. 1863, quoting the Emperor Galerius to a soldier who missed the target many times in succession.
Heres to the men who lose! What though their work be eer so nobly plannd And watched with zealous care; No glorious halo crowns their efforts grand Contempt is Failures share! G. L. ScarboroughTo the Vanquished.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, Its the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope thats dead, In the glare of the truth at last. ServiceThe Men That Dont Fit In.