Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.

Most safely shall you tread the middle path.

The heavier crop is ever in others' fields.

We hate the hawk because he ever lives in battle.

Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?

Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.

Put faith in one who's had experience.