When We Risk No Contradiction, It Prompts

There Is No Dependence That Can Be Sure But A Dependence Upon One's Self.

In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest Speck Is Seen On Snow.

From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same; Bad Servants Wound Their Masters' Fame.

To Friendship Every Burden's Light.

When If Or Chance Or Hunger's Powerful Sway Directs The Roving Trout This Fatal Way, He Greedily Sucks In The Twining Bait, And Tugs And Nibbles The Fallacious Meat. Now, Happy Fisherman; Now Twitch The Line! How Thy Rod Bends! Behold, The Prize Is Thine!