If the crow had been satisfied to eat his prey in silence, he would have had more meat and less quarreling and envy.
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.
Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.
In trying to be concise I become obscure.
Busy idleness urges us on.
When you introduce a moral lesson, let it be brief.