Strength, wanting judgment and policy to rule, overturneth itself.
What is wealth to me if I cannot enjoy it?
The trainer trains the docile horse to turn, with his sensitive neck, whichever way the rider indicates.
While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future
The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.
That man scorches with his brightness, who overpowers inferior capacities, yet he shall be revered when dead.