Some friendship is closely akin to treachery.
Better have a black face than be worried about black deeds.
If God made me a princess, why didn't he take a little more time and make my hair so it wouldn't snarl?
Oh, I know my family's not of royal blood, but you needn't throw it in my face all the time.
It's an old axiom of mine: marry your enemies and behead your friends.
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.