Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy all-powerful influence?
Designedly God covers in dark night the issue of futurity.
Get money first; virtue comes after.
Friends fly away when the cask has been drained to the dregs.
Had the crow only fed without cawing she would have had more to eat, and much less of strife and envy to contend with. [To noise abroad our success is to invite envy and competition.]
We are all gathered to the same fold.