Look at a gown of gold, and you will at least get a sleeve of it.
Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.
For deadly fear can time outgo, and blanch at once the hair.
In prosperous times I have sometimes felt my fancy and powers of language flag, but adversity is to me at least a tonic and bracer.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.