The guilty are alarmed and turn pale at the slightest thunder.
An excess of hoarded wealth is the death of many.
The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to Vespasian's tax on ordure.]
Beasts of like kind will spare those of kindred spots.
A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.
Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.