Art hath an enemy called ignorance.

Art has an enemy called ignorance.

They say Princes learn no art truly, but the art of horsemanship. The reason is, the brave beast is no flatterer. He will throw a prince as soon as his groom.

I have betrayed myself with my own tongue; The case is altered

Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.