A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.
The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.
God has joined the innocent with the guilty.
Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
While we're talking, time will have meanly run on... pick today's fruits, not relying on the future in the slightest.