Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.
Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait.
Take the good the gods provide thee.
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join'd the former two.
They think too little who talk too much.
They say everything in the world is good for something.