Virtue In Distress, And Vice In Triumph

Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Mere Poets Are Sottish As Mere Drunkards Are, Who Live In A Continual Mist, Without Seeing Or Judging Anything Clearly. A Man Should Be Learned In Several Sciences, And Should Have A Reasonable, Philosophical And In Some Measure A Mathematical Head, To Be A Complete And Excellent Poet.

When Misfortune Is Asleep, Let No One Wake Her.

Secret Guilt Is By Silence Revealed.

Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.