The cook cares not a bit for toil, toil, if the fowl be plump and fat
Mountains will go into labour, and a silly little mouse will be born.
If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.
In love there are two evils: war and peace.
Most virtue lies between two vices.
A heart well prepared for adversity in bad times hopes, and in good times fears for a change in fortune.