The speaking in a perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but love.
If I might control the literature of the household, I would guarantee the well-being of Church and State.
Prosperity discovers vice, adversity discovers virtue.
Life is a marshmallow, easy to chew but hard to swallow.
Base and crafty cowards are like the arrow that flieth in the dark.
That which above all other yields the sweetest smell in the air is the violet.