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!

They first condemn that first advised the ill.

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

But love's a malady without a cure.

Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.

As poetry is the harmony of words, so music is that of notes.

Nor is the people's judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.