The short span of life forbids us to take on far-reaching hopes.
Smooth out with wine the worries of a wrinkled brow.
He appears mad indeed but to a few, because the majority is infected with the same disease.
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.]
Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour.
Capture your reader, let him not depart, from dull beginnings that refuse to start