Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.

The cook cares not a bit for toil, toil, if the fowl be plump and fat

The covetous are always in want.

There is nothing hard inside the olive; nothing hard outside the nut.

We are free to yield to truth.

Add a sprinkling of folly to your long deliberations.

The trainer trains the docile horse to turn, with his sensitive neck, whichever way the rider indicates.