Alas!-but why Alas? It is the lot of mortality we experience.
The new-come stepmother hates the children born to a first wife.
Time will cure you, but now is your grief still young.
We look for good on earth and cannot recognize it when met.
The man who sticks it out against his fate shows spirit, but the spirit of a fool.
What anger worse or slower to abate then lovers love when it turns to hate.