What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.
Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.