What may not be altered is made lighter by patience.
Let the character as it began be preserved to the last; and let it be consistent with itself.
A poem is like a painting.
Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)
A man of refined taste and judgment.
Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine and anger to reveal it.