Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, dry up in law; the Muses smell of wine.

Poetry is like painting: one piece takes your fancy if you stand close to it, another if you keep at some distance.

Don't just think, do.

To teach is to delight.

A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.

Fidelity is the sister of justice.