All Authors To Their Own Defects Are

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.

All Habits Gather By Unseen Degrees.

O Freedom, First Delight Of Human Kind!

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

Trust On And Think To-morrow Will Repay; To-morrow's Falser Than The Former Day; Lies Worse; And While It Says, We Shall Be Blest With Some New Joys, Cuts Off What We Possest.