Betray not a secret even though racked by wine or wrath.
And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.
If it is well with your belly, chest and feet - the wealth of kings can't give you more.
To know all things is not permitted.
What prevents a man's speaking good sense with a smile on his face?
Blend a little folly with thy worldly plans: it is delightful to give loose on a proper occasion.