The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds; High towers fall with a heavier crash; And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.
HoraceI have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.
HoraceThe ox longs for the gaudy trappings of the horse; the lazy pack-horse would fain plough. [We envy the position of others, dissatisfied with our own.]
Horace