A word once let out of the cage cannot be whistled back again.
Everything, virtue, glory, honor, things human and divine, all are slaves to riches.
I have to submit to much in order to pacify the touchy tribe of poets.
Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.
Learned or unlearned we all must be scribbling.
Betray not a secret even though racked by wine or wrath.