Where There Are Sheep, The Wolves Are

Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy: My Wings Have No Feathers.

He Who Falls In Love Meets A Worse Fate Than He Who Leaps From A Rock.

And So It Happens Oft In Many Instances; More Good Is Done Without Our Knowledge Than By Us Intended. [lat., Itidemque Ut Saepe Jam In Multis Locis, Plus Insciens Quis Fecit Quam Prodens Boni.]

In Everything The Middle Course Is The Best; Everything In Excess Brings Trouble.

Your Tittle-tattlers, And Those Who Listen To Slander, By My Good Will Should All Be Hanged - The Former By Their Tongues, The Latter By The Ears.