Since luck's a nine days' wonder, wait their end.
Give a wise man an honest brief to plead and his eloquence is no remarkable achievement.
It was my tongue that swore; my heart is unsworn.
They who are sad find somehow sweetness in tears.
Fortune always will confer an aura of worth, unworthily; and in this world The lucky person passes for a genius.
The man who knows when not to act is wise. To my mind bravery if forethought.