At last is Hector stretchd upon the plain,
Who feard no vengeance for Patroclus slain:
Then, Prince! You should have feard, what now you feel;
Achilles absent was Achilles still:
Yet a short space the great avenger stayed,
Then low in dust thy strength and glory laid. – Homer

Over the river and through the wood,
To grandfathers house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow. – Lydia Maria Child

Tis an old saying, the Devil lurks behind the cross. All is not gold that glitters. From the tail of the plough, Bamba was made King of Spain; and from his silks and riches was Rodrigo cast to be devoured by the snakes. – Miguel de Cervantes