The unenvied man is not enviable.
Success! to thee, as to a God, men bend the knee.
You have been trapped in the inescapable net of ruin by your own want of sense.
Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.
Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.
He hears but half who hears one party only.