The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little mouse.
The Cadiz tribe, not used to bearing our yoke.
A corrupt judge does not carefully search for the truth.
Misfortunes, untoward events, lay open, disclose the skill of a general, while success conceals his weakness, his weak points.
And seek for truth in the groves of Academe.
One gains universal applause who mingles the useful with the agreeable, at once delighting and instructing the reader.