When You Are At Rome, Do As

True Valor Lies In The Middle Between Cowardice And Rashness.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

The Wise Hand Does Not All The Tongue Dictates.

Don't Put All Your Eggs In One Basket.

Laws That Only Threaten, And Are Not Kept, Become Like The Log That Was Given To The Frogs To Be Their King, Which They Feared At First, But Soon Scorned And Trampled On.