There is a nick in Fortune's restless wheel For each man's good.
Tis immortality to die aspiring.
As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.
Archers ever Have two strings to bow; and shall great Cupid (Archer of archers both in men and women), Be worse provided than a common archer?
Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs.
Who hath no faith to man, to God hath none.