If you succeed not, cast not away the quills yet, nor scratch the wainscot, beat not the poor desk, but bring all to the forge and file again; turn it new.
Guilt's a terrible thing.
The burnt child dreads the fire.
Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.
My thoughts and I were of another world.
Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame a flatterer.