It's a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.
The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.
Love is born of idleness and, once born, by idleness is fostered.
We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.
My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.
A boar is often held by a not-so-large dog.