A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers.
The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.
Grief best is pleased with grief's society.
Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.
Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.