If every man's internal care Were written on his brow, How many would our pity share Who raise our envy now?

If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many would be pitied who are now envied! [It., Se a ciascun l'interno affanno Si leggesse in fronte scritto, Quanti mai, che invidia fanno, Ci farebbero pieta!].

The pilot who is always dreading a rock or a tempest must not complain if he remain a poor fisherman. We must at times trust, something to fortune, for fortune has often some share in what happens.

Every noble acquisition is attended with its risks; he who fears to encounter the one must not expect to obtain the other.

It is the just decree of Heaven that a traitor never sees his danger till his ruin is at hand.

The eye that gazes upon the sun sees not the orb it looks upon, confounded by the excess of its brightness.

Of all faults the greatest is the excess of impious terror, dishonoring divine grace. He who despairs wants love, wants faith; for faith, hope, and love are three torches which blend their light together, nor does the one shine without the other.