If you have any shame, forbear to pluck the beard of a dead lion.
Gifts are like fish-hooks; for who is not aware that the greedy char is deceived by the fly which he swallows?
I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.
While an ant was wandering under the shade of the tree of Phaeton, a drop of amber enveloped the tiny insect; thus she, who in life was disregarded, became precious by death.
Your page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.
Our days pass by, and are scored against us.