My Heavens! I've Been Talking Prose For

No Reason Makes It Right To Shun Accepted Ways From Stubborn Spite; And We May Better Join The Foolish Crowd Than Cling To Wisdom, Lonely Though Unbowed.

The Trees That Are Slow To Grow Bear The Best Fruit.

The Art Of Flatterers Is To Take Advantage Of The Foibles Of The Great, To Foster Their Errors, And Never To Give Advice Which May Annoy.

Too Great Haste Leads Us To Error.

Even Rome Cannot Grant Us A Dispensation From Death.