On day is pressed on by another.
The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.
If matters go badly now, they will not always be so.
This used to be among my prayers - a piece of land not so very large, which would contain a garden
Even virtue followed beyond reason's rule May stamp the just man knave, the sage a fool.
Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has passed his life in seclusion.