It's an old axiom of mine: marry your enemies and behead your friends..

Better have a black face than be worried about black deeds..

Oh, I know my family's not of royal blood, but you needn't throw it in my face all the time..

A body would think that your heart was as black as your face. People thinks now that sweeps is black all through instead of blackall over..

If God made me a princess, why didn't he take a little more time and make my hair so it wouldn't snarl?.

Some friendship is closely akin to treachery..