Take Pains. Be Perfect.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.

Is Man No More Than This? Consider Him Well. Thou Ow'st The Worm No Silk, The Beast No Hide, The Sheep No Wool, The Cat No Perfume. Here's Three On's Are Sophisticated. Thou Art The Thing Itself; Unaccommodated Man Is No More Than Such A Poor, Bare, Forked Animal As Thou Art.

He Is The Most Wretched Of Men Who Has Never Felt Adversity.

Thou Art A Soul In Bliss; But I Am Bound Upon A Wheel Of Fire; That Mine Own Tears Do Scald Like Molten Lead.

They Say Miracles Are Past.