Proverbs may not improperly be called the philosophy of the common people.
Easter, so longed for, is gone in a day.
Words and works eat not at one table.
This life at best is but an inn, and we the passengers.
The fangs of a bear, and the tusks of a wild boar, do not bite worse and make deeper gashes than a goose-quill sometimes; no, not even the badger himself, who is said to be so tenacious of his bite that he will not give over his hold till he feels his teeth meet and the bones crack.
Feed sparingly and defy the physician.