Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
A pin has a head, but has no hair
A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.
Let bygones be bygones.
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.