Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune.
Oh, rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
In idle wishes, fools supinely stay. Be there a will and wisdom finds a way.
Good is done by degrees.
Let's learn to live, for we must die alone.