Bets at first were fool-traps, where the wise like spiders lay in ambush for the flies.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.
As poetry is the harmony of words, so music is that of notes.
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.