Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.

Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.

Virtuous and vicious every man must be, few in the extreme, but all in the degree.

Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.