Give a wise man an honest brief to plead and his eloquence is no remarkable achievement.
It is a strange form of anger, difficult to cure, when two friends turn upon each other in hatred.
My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
The man is happiest who lives from day to day and asks no more, garnering the simple goodness of life.
The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy).
To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter.