Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour.
Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.
Mix a little foolishness with your serious plans. It is lovely to be silly at the right moment.
Gold will be slave or master.
He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth.
Force without judgement falls on its own weight.