If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.

As riches grow, care follows, and a thirst For more and more.

A word once let out of the cage cannot be whistled back again.

For example, the tiny ant, a creature of great industry, drags with its mouth whatever it can, and adds it to the heap which she is piling up, not unaware nor careless of the future.

Let the character as it began be preserved to the last; and let it be consistent with itself.

Let every man find pleasure in practising the profession he has learnt.

The poet must put on the passion he wants to represent.