Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.

Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.

Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.

All flesh doth frailty breed!

Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.

Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!

Thankfulness is the tune of angels.