Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!
Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.
We by art unteach what Nature taught.
Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.