But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
Where wealth accumulates, men decay.
Be not affronted at a joke. If one throw salt at thee, thou wilt receive no harm, unless thou art raw.
The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.
Error is ever talkative.
The first time I read an excellent book, it is to me just as if I had gained a new friend. When I read a book over I have perused before, it resembles the meeting with an old one.