We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
A young man married is a man that's marred.
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not?
Make use of time, let not advantage slip.