The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.
Remove the temptation of idleness and Cupid's bow is useless.
Isn't the best defense always a good attack?
No thanks attach to a kindness long deferred.
Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.
Time itself flows on with constant motion, just like a river: for no more than a river can the fleeting hour stand still. As wave is driven on by wave, and, itself pursued, pursues the one before, so the moments of time at once flee and follow, and are ever new.