But for the cravings of the belly not a bird would have fallen into the snare; nay, nay, the fowler would not have spread his net. The belly is chains to the hands and fetters to the feet. He who is a slave to his belly seldom worships God.
That knave preserves the pearl in his purse who considers all people purse-cuts.
A lovely face is the solace of wounded hearts and the key of locked-up gates.
Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.
To him who is stinted of food a boiled turnip will relish like a roast fowl.
It is wrong to follow the advice of an adversary; nevertheless it is right to hear it, that you may do the contrary; and this is the essence of good policy.