All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.
If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
He is the very Janus of poets; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.
They say everything in the world is good for something.
An ugly woman in a rich habit set out with jewels nothing can become.