Dismiss the old horse in good time, lest he fail in the lists and the spectators laugh.
The fellow is either a madman or a poet.
Strength, wanting judgment and policy to rule, overturneth itself.
I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.
The hour of happiness which comes unexpectedly is the happiest.
The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.