The Same Ambition Can Destroy Or Save,

Heaven Forming Each On Other To Depend, A Master, Or A Servant, Or A Friend, Bids Each On Other For Assistance Call, Till One Man's Weakness Grows The Strength Of All.

Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors Call.

The World Is A Thing We Must Of Necessity Either Laugh At Or Be Angry At; If We Laugh At It, They Say We Are Proud; If We Are Angry At It, They Say We Are Ill-natured.

The Spider's Touch, How Exquisitely Fine! Feels At Each Thread, And Lives Along The Line.