Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
A child is owed the greatest respect; if you have ever have something disgraceful in mind, don't ignore your son's tender years.
Let nothing offensive to the ear or the eye enter these thresholds, within which youth dwells.
Nothing is so intolerable as a woman with a long purse.
No one ever reached the worst of a vice at one leap
Remote though your farm may be, It's something to be the lord of one green lizard-and free.