He that has given today may, if he so please, take away tomorrow.
I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge in my own virtue, and seek honest undowered Poverty.
Better to accept whatever happens.
The trainer trains the docile horse to turn, with his sensitive neck, whichever way the rider indicates.
You must avoid sloth, that wicked siren.
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.