Let this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale.
You must often make erasures if you mean to write what is worthy of being read a second time; and don't labor for the admiration of the crowd, but be content with a few choice readers.
The drunkard is convicted by his praises of wine.
Oh! thou who are greatly mad, deign to spare me who am less mad.
Designedly God covers in dark night the issue of futurity.
Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.