If the crow had been satisfied to eat his prey in silence, he would have had more meat and less quarreling and envy.
And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.
He is always a slave who cannot live on little.
Superfluous advice is not retained by the full mind.
The higher the tower, the greater the fall thereof.
Smooth out with wine the worries of a wrinkled brow.