To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

Oh, the tangled webs we weave When we practice to deceive.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Oh, what tangled webs we weave, When we first practice to deceive.

Too much rest is rust.

But search the land of living men,
Wher wilst thou find their like again.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive

Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!

To all, to each, a fair good night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.

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.

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

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

He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit.

All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.

The will to do, the soul to dare.

If you have no friends to share or rejoice in your success in life - if you cannot look back to those whom you owe gratitude, or forward to those to whom you ought to afford protection, still it is no less incumbent on you to move steadily in the path of duty; for your active excretions are due not only to society; but in humble gratitude to the Being who made you a member of it, with powers to save yourself and others.