Half is done when the beginning is done.
Smooth out with wine the worries of a wrinkled brow.
The just man having a firm grasp of his intentions, neither the heated passions of his fellow men ordaining something awful, nor a tyrant staring him in the face, will shake in his convictions.
Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.
Fools through false shame, conceal their open wounds.
When we try to avoid one fault, we are led to the opposite, unless we be very careful.