An undevout astronomer is mad.

Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.

Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.

Men are but men; we did not make ourselves.

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

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.