If you were foolish enough to sing all the summer, you must dance supperless to bed in the winter.

I am sure the grapes are sour.

Only cowards insult dying majesty.

You will only injure yourself if you take notice of despicable enemies.

There can be little liking where there is no likeness.

A word in season is most precious.

He who incites to strife is worse than he who takes part in it.