sin
... il n'est rien creu si fermement que ce qu'on sçait le moins, ... — Michel de Montaigne
To give the devil his due. — Miguel de Cervantes
Within a stone's throw of it. — Miguel de Cervantes
Il y a fagots et fagots. — Molière
Vous êtes un sot en trois lettres, mon fils. — Molière
Jurons, ma belle, Une ardeur éternelle. — Molière
Quello che giova al nimico nuoce a te, e quel che giova a te nuoce al nimico. — Niccolò Machiavelli
That sallow cheek of hers to' incarnadine. — Omar Khayyám
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust Descend; — Omar Khayyám
For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day, I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet — Omar Khayyám
"Well," Murmur'd one, "Let whoso make or buy, My Clay with long Oblivion is gone — Omar Khayyám
And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on — Omar Khayyám