Even where sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
The rule Of the many is not well. One must be chief In war and one the king.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
There was one on Kentucky Avenue that sunk so much that a lady couldn't even get out of her driveway.
I detest that man, who hides one thing in the depths of his heart, and speaks forth another
The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.
The man does better who runs from disaster than he who is caught by it.
A guest never forgets the host who had treated him kindly.