In my integrity I'll wrap me up.
All things considered, nothing is beautiful.
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.
Let him who has enough ask for nothing more.
The work you are treating is one full of dangerous hazard, and you are treading over fires lurking beneath treacherous ashes.
Not worth is an example that does not solve the problem.