Even pleasure cloys without variety.
What one beholds of a woman is the least part of her.
Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack.
God himself favors the brave.
How little you know about the age you live in if you think that honey is sweeter than cash in hand
He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.