In an easy matter. Anybody can be eloquent.
The mind ill at ease, the body suffers also.
Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.
O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?
Haste is productive of injury, and so is too much hesitation. He is the wisest man who does everything at the proper time.
A pleasing countenance is no light advantage.