Merit Challenges Envy.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

Virgil Is So Exact In Every Word, That None Can Be Changed But For A Worse; Nor Any One Removed From Its Place, But The Harmony Will Be Altered. He Pretends Sometimes To Trip; But It Is Only To Make You Think Him In Danger Of A Fall, When He Is Most Secure.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections. For Love Which Hath Ends, Will Have An End; Whereas That Which Is Founded On True Virtue, Will Always Continue.

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.

Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are Half Eased.