An old warrior is never in haste to strike the blow.
The bee and the serpent often sip from the selfsame flower.
Cowards' weapons neither cut nor pierce.
If the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects of pity?
It is the just decree of Heaven that a traitor never sees his danger till his ruin is at hand.
Fortune is the best school of courage when she is fraught with anger, in the same way as winds and tempests are the school of the sailorboy.