Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends; He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
No tribute is laid on castles in the air.
Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.
The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.
To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense