Now begins a torrent of words and a trickling of sense.
Verily, great grace may go with a little gift; and precious are all things that come from a friend.
Cats will always lie soft.
Sameron adion aso I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow
Faults are beauties in a lovers eye.
Men shall look on thee and murmur to each other, "Lo! how small Was the gift, and yet how precious! Friendship 's gifts are priceless all.
Youth passes like a dream.
Man will ever stand in need of man.
Cicala to cicala is dear, and ant to ant, and hawks to hawks, but to me the muse and song.
The godly seed fares well: the wicked's is accurst.
Verily, great grace may go with a little gift; and precious are all things that come from friends.
Beautiful is the bloom of youth, but it lasts only for a short time.
Even a little gift may be vast with loving kindness.
Sleeping we imagine what awake we wish; D ogs dream of bones, and fishermen of fish.
Beauty is an evil in an ivory setting.
For heaven's eternal wisdom has decreed,
That man of man should ever stand in need.
Trying will do anything in this world.
Age overtakes us all; Our temples first; then on o'er cheek and chin, Slowly and surely, creep the frosts of Time. Up and do somewhat, ere thy limbs are sere.
The Greeks got into Troy by trying, my pretties; everything's done by trying.
Beauty is a delightful prejudice.
Faults are beauties, when survey'd by love.
Reflect, ere you spurn me, that youth at his sides Wears wings; and once gone, all pursuit he derides.