The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.
Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.
The purpose firm is equal to the deed
Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.