Present to the eye, present to the mind

Priests return to the temple, merchants to the shop

Pure gold does not fear the smelter

Rule the roost

Runaway son, a shining jewel; runaway daughter, tarnished

Schoolmaster, stick to your books; farmer, to your pigs

Sending charcoal in the snow is better than adding flowers to a brocade

Silly toad

Slander cannot destroy an honest man

So lovers, to their fair one fondly blind, E’en on her ugliness with transport gaze

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