Had I succeeded well, I had been reckoned amongst the wise; our minds are so disposed to judge from the event.
What anger worse or slower to abate then lovers love when it turns to hate.
To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter.
'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.
The wisest men follow their own direction.
The best of seers is he who guesses well.