Where the countenance is fair, there need no colors.
Many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.
The slothful are always ready to engage in idle talk of what will be done tomorrow, and every day after.
It is the disposition of the thought that altered the nature of the thing.
It is a world to see.
The rattling thunderbolt hath but his clap, the lightning but his flash, and as they both come in a moment, so do they both end in a minute.