The Bird A Nest, The Spider A

Thy Friendship Oft Has Made My Heart To Ache: Do Be My Enemy For Friendship's Sake.

Nothing Can Be More Contemptible Than To Suppose Public Records To Be True.

The Spirits Of The Air Live On The Smells Of Fruit; And Joy, With Pinions Light, Roves Round The Gardens, Or Sits Singing In The Trees.

The Whole Business Of Man Is The Arts, & All Things Common.

God Only Acts And Is, In Existing Beings Or Men.