All Objects Lose By Too Familiar A

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

Whatever Is, Is In Its Causes Just.

But Dying Is A Pleasure / When Living Is A Pain.

Great Souls Forgive Not Injuries Till Time Has Put Their Enemies Within Their Power, That They May Show Forgiveness Is Their Own.

Want Is A Bitter And A Hateful Good, Because Its Virtues Are Not Understood; Yet Many Things, Impossible To Thought, Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought. The Daring Of The Soul Proceeds From Thence, Sharpness Of Wit, And Active Diligence; Prudence At Once, And Fortitude It Gives; And, If In Patience Taken, Mends Our Lives.