Happy who in his verse can gently steer From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.
Nicolas Boileau-Despreaux (1636 - 1711)
Source: The Art of Poetry, 1674
Contributed by: Zaady
Of all the creatures that creep, swim, or fly, Peopling the earth, the waters, and the sky, From Rome to Iceland, Paris to Japan, I really think the greatest fool is man.
Honor is like an island, rugged and without shores; once we have left it, we can never return.
Now two punctilious envoys, Thine and Mine Embroil the earth about a fancied line; And, dwelling much on right and much on wrong, Prove how the right is chiefly with the strong.
The wisest man is he who does not fancy that he is so at all.
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