Patience Is Sorrow's Salve.

Greatly His Foes He Dreads, But More His Friends; He Hurts Me Most Who Lavishly Commends.

Fame Is Nothing But An Empty Name.

Genius Is Of No Country.

Though Folly, Robed In Purple, Shines, Though Vice Exhausts Peruvian Mines, Yet Shall They Tremble And Turn Pale When Satire Wields Her Mighty Flail.

The Rigid Saint, By Whom No Mercy's Shown To Saints Whose Lives Are Better Than His Own.