Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
There is need of brevity, that the thought may run on.
What prevents a man's speaking good sense with a smile on his face?
He is always a slave who cannot live on little.
All singers have this fault: if asked to sing among friends they are never so inclined; if unasked, they never leave off.
The ox longs for the gaudy trappings of the horse; the lazy pack-horse would fain plough. [We envy the position of others, dissatisfied with our own.]