For love is heaven and heaven is love.
Fair play is a jewel.
On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth: Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.
He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.
Steady of heart and stout of hand.
There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.