A happy genius is the gift of nature.
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
Heroic poetry has ever been esteemed the greatest work of human nature.
Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.