The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.
False fancy brings real misery.
What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.
There is more to life than just existing and having a pleasant time.
The world is ruled only by consideration of advantages.
It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.