A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.
…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
By their own follies they perished, the fools.