Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
Even victors are by victories undone.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
They that possess the prince possess the laws.