If God made me a princess, why didn't he take a little more time and make my hair so it wouldn't snarl?

It's an old axiom of mine: marry your enemies and behead your friends.

If God made me a princess, why didn't he take a little more time and make my hair so it wouldn't snarl?

Better have a black face than be worried about black deeds.

Oh, I know my family's not of royal blood, but you needn't throw it in my face all the time.

A body would think that your heart was as black as your face. People thinks now that sweeps is black all through instead of blackall over.

Some friendship is closely akin to treachery.