Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
Prayer ardent opens heaven.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.
The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.