Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends; He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
The best things carried to excess are wrong.
The proud will sooner lose than ask their way.