Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.

Satire's My Weapon, But I'm Too Discreet To Run Amuck, And Tilt At All I Meet.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State, A Being Darkly Wise And Rudely Great... He Hangs Between; In Doubt To Act Or Rest; In Doubt To Deem Himself A God, Or Beast; In Doubt His Mind Or Body To Prefer; Born To Die, And Reasoning But To Err.

True Friendship's Laws Are By This Rule Express'd, Welcome The Coming, Speed The Parting Guest.

The Way Of The Creative Works Through Change And Transformation, So That Each Thing Receives Its True Nature And Destiny And Comes Into Permanent Accord With The Great Harmony: This Is What Furthers And What Perseveres.