And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but death who comes at last.

• Oh, the tangled webs we weave When we practice to deceive.
• To be always intending to live a new life, but never find time to set about it - this is as if a man should put off eating and drinking from one day to another till he be starved and destroyed.
• Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
• We shall never learn to feel and respect our real calling and destiny, unless we have taught ourselves to consider everything as moonshine, compared with the education of the heart.
• Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive
• The will to do, the soul to dare.
• Oh, what tangled webs we weave, When we first practice to deceive.
• And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but death who comes at last.
• Look back, and smile on perils past.
• He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit.