Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.

The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail; The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.

A prince indebted is a fortune made.

Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.