A word once let out of the cage cannot be whistled back again.
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
Having no business of his own to attend to, he busies himself with the affairs of others.
Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday's excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.
Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.
Wisdom at times is found in folly.