For too much rest becomes a pain.
...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.
We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.
It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.
There will be killing till the score is paid.
Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.