In Nature's Infinite Book Of Secrecy A

Help, Master, Help! Here's A Fish Hangs In The Net, Like A Poor Man's Right In The Law; 'twill Hardly Come Out.

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our Mind. What Error Leads Must Err.

For What I Will, I Will, And There An End.

Happy Thou Art Not; For What Thou Hast Not, Still Thou Strivest To Get; And What Thou Hast, Forgettest.