The Eyes Those Silent Tongues

Be Temperate In Your Drinking, Remembering That Too Much Wine Cannot Keep Either A Secret Or A Promise.

If You Are Ambitious Of Climbing Up To The Difficult, And In A Manner Inaccessible, Summit Of The Temple Of Fame, Your Surest Way Is To Leave On One Hand The Narrow Path Of Poetry, And Follow The Narrower Track Of Knight-errantry, Which In A Trice May Raise You To An Imperial Throne.

Spare Your Breath To Cool Your Porridge.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.

The Very Remembrance Of My Former Misfortune Proves A New One To Me.