So The False Spider, When Her Nets

Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?

Thus, While The Mute Creation Downward Bend Their Sight, And To Their Earthly Mother Ten, Man Looks Aloft; And With Erected Eyes Beholds His Own Hereditary Skies.

My Whole Life Has Been A Golden Dream Of Love And Friendship.

The Unhappy Man, Who Once Has Trail'd A Pen, Lives Not To Please Himself, But Other Men; Is Always Drudging, Wastes His Life And Blood, Yet Only Eats And Drinks What You Think Good.

Be Slow To Resolve, But Quick In Performance.