The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.
That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
Make it a point not to be over-fascinating.