Givers of great dinners know few enemies.
You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.
Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so will pains.
I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings.
The face that cannot smile is never fair.