Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.

Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.

Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell them, To make their arts seem something.

The burnt child dreads the fire.

I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.

Many punishments sometimes, and in some cases, as much discredit a prince as many funerals a physician.

Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.