Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.
If you drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will soon find a way back.
Dismiss the old horse in good time, lest he fail in the lists and the spectators laugh.
The cook cares not a bit for toil, toil, if the fowl be plump and fat
Enjoy thankfully any happy hour heaven may send you, nor think that your delights will keep till another year.
The covetous man is ever in want.