Think Before Thou Speakest.

It Is One Thing To Write As Poet And Another To Write As A Historian: The Poet Can Recount Or Sing About Things Not As They Were, But As They Should Have Been, And The Historian Must Write About Them Not As They Should Have Been, But As They Were, Without Adding Or Subtracting Anything From The Truth.

Once A Woman Parts With Her Virtue, She Loses The Esteem Even Of The Man Whose Vows And Tears Won Her To Abandon It.

When Good Luck Knocks At The Door, Let Him In And Keep Him There.

Translation From One Language To Another Is Like Viewing A Piece Of Tapestry On The Wrong Side Where Though The Figures Are Distinguishable Yet There Are So Many Ends And Threads That The Beauty And Exactness Of The Work Is Obscured.

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.