Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.

In the olden days, when wishing still worked, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest daughter was so lovely that even the sun... was struck with wonder.

Evil is also not anything small or close to home, and not the worst; otherwise one could grow accustomed to it.

How often when we are comfortable, we begin to long for something new!

Turn back, turn back,thou pretty bride, Within this house thou must not abide. For here do evil things betide.

you shall tie the marriage knot with the ropemaker's daughter and the cawing of the crows will be your wedding song.

Then up he got with a light heart, free from all his troubles, and walked on till he reached his mother's house, and told her how very easy the road to good luck was.