To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.
All delays are dangerous in war.