The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.

I am not bound over to swear allegiance to any master; where the storm drives me I turn in for shelter.

Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.

What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.

Better wilt thou live...by neither always pressing out to sea nor too closely hugging the dangerous shore in cautious fear of storms.

I teach that all men are mad.

We are often deterred from crime by the disgrace of others.