I have to submit to much in order to pacify the touchy tribe of poets.

The just man having a firm grasp of his intentions, neither the heated passions of his fellow men ordaining something awful, nor a tyrant staring him in the face, will shake in his convictions.

The work you are treating is one full of dangerous hazard, and you are treading over fires lurking beneath treacherous ashes.

The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.

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.

We are all gathered to the same fold.

Blend a little folly with thy worldly plans: it is delightful to give loose on a proper occasion.