Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.