She Abounds With Lucious Faults.

A Great Part Of Art Consists In Imitation. For The Whole Conduct Of Life Is Based On This: That What We Admire In Others We Want To Do Ourselves.

That Which Prematurely Arrives At Perfection Soon Perishes.

While We Ponder When To Begin, It Becomes Too Late To Do.

Too Exact, And Studious Of Similitude Rather Than Of Beauty. [lat., Nimis In Veritate, Et Similitudinis Quam Pulchritudinis Amantior.]

Nature Herself Has Never Attempted To Effect Great Changes Rapidly.