Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.
He is praised by some, blamed by others.
The poet must put on the passion he wants to represent.
One cannot know everything.
A host is like a general: calamities often reveal his genius.
I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge in my own virtue, and seek honest undowered Poverty.