By-and-by is easily said.

Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best.