As much distinction, and applause to boot,
Should be bestowed on William's steady shoot:
More praise to him, than the Toxopholite,
Who held the apple but eschewed a bite!
The worst of us hath goodness in his breast;
The best of us but fails, put to the test,—
So, in arrears, we strive to pay the price
For Fortune's frowns or Fate's disastrous dice
Until we're bankrupt or too spent to wrest
Long hoped-for treasure from Mad Mammon's chest.