When your armour is on, it is too late to retreat.
Many commit the same crimes with a very different result. One bears a cross for his crime; another a crown.
It is sheer folly when all is gone to lose even one's passage money.
Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas. - Censure acquits the raven, but pursues the dove.
Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries.
Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.