It is a tiresome way of speaking, when you should despatch the business, to beat about the bush.
A woman without paint is like food without salt.
Courage easily finds its own eloquence.
I suspect that hunger was my mother.
You drown him by your talk.
For enemies carry about slander not in the form in which it took its rise . The scandal of men is everlasting; even then does it survive when you would suppose it to be dead.