Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? - Who will watch the watchers?
When your armour is on, it is too late to retreat.
No man becomes bad all at once.
Censure pardons the ravens but rebukes the doves. [The innocent are punished and the wicked escape.]
All wish to be learned, but no one is willing to pay the price.
The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.