The leopard does not change his spots.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

Wishers were ever fools.

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.

Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.