Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
Wise were the kings who never chose a friend till with full cups they had unmasked his soul, and seen the bottom of his deepest thoughts.
No one is content with his own lot.
Don't waste the opportunity.
In the same [hospitable] manner that a Calabrian would press you to eat his pears.
Strength, wanting judgment and policy to rule, overturneth itself.