There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged, and the disease in a great measure removed.
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.
Often you must turn your stylus to erase, if you hope to write anything worth a second reading.
The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little mouse.
That best of blessings, a contented mind.
Pry not into the affairs of others, and keep secret that which has been entrusted to you, though sorely tempted by wine and passion.