To Be Direct And Honest Is Not

Not That I Loved Caesar Less, But That I Loved Rome More.

Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion That Grows Rank In Them.

Should The Poor Be Flattered? No; Let The Candied Tongue Lick Absurd Pomp, And Crook The Pregnant Hinges Of The Knee Where Thrift May Follow Fawning.

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

I Had Rather Live With Cheese And Garlic In A Windmill.