The dead to the grave, the living to the loaf.
Miguel de Cervantes
Truth will rise above falsehood as oil above water.
The first thing he did was to clean up some armour that.
After the gratifications of brutish appetites are past, the greatest pleasure then is to get rid of that which entertained it.
I have always heard, Sancho, that doing good to base fellows is like throwing water into the sea.
The pen is the tongue of the mind.