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Hurrying, hurrying, has no blessing.

The tongue has no bone.

The destroyer of the country is a child of the country; a stranger does not weigh two hundred-weight.

A new thing is good, though it be a sore place.

Running on a roof ends at the edge of it.

Is not poor work good play?

Wonder not, children of men, at the things that are in this world.

If the Pleiades rise in sun, they set in rain; if they rise in rain, they set in sun.

If a dish is covered, what is in it is hidden.

There is no grief without a companion.

Who will dance to a lion's roaring?