What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
An accomplished man to his fingertips.
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.
The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.
Adversity reveals the genius of a general; good fortune conceals it.