Dismiss the old horse in good time, lest he fail in the lists and the spectators laugh.
The wolf attacks with his fang, the bull with his horn.
Wine unlocks the breast.
God can change the lowest to the highest, abase the proud, and raise the humble.
He is always a slave who cannot live on little.
It is not enough for poems to be fine; they must charm, and draw the mind of the listener at will.