Often, to our comfort, we shall find 

 The sharded beetle in a safer hold 

 Than is the full-winged eagle. Oh, this life 

 Is nobler than attending for a check ; 

 Richer than doing nothing for a bauble ; 

 Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. 

 Such gain the cap of him, that makes them fine, 

 Yet keeps his book uncrossed ; no life like ours. 



SHAKSPERE. 



Siisse heilige Natur, 

 Lass mich gehn an deiner Spur, 

 Leite mich an deiner Hand, 

 Wie ein Kind am Gangel-band. 



STOLBERG. 



