Search well and be wise, nor believe that self-willed pride will ever be better than good counsel.

Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.

There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.

But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.

When a tongue fails to send forth appropriate shafts, there might be a word to act as healer of these.

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

We shall perish by guile just as we slew.