Few know the use of life before 'tis past.

Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.

Swift was the race, but short the time to run.

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.

They that possess the prince possess the laws.

The elephant is never won by anger; nor must that man who would reclaim a lion take him by the teeth.