Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.
There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.
There is no fouler fiend than a woman when her mind is bent to evil.
Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.