Poetry is like painting: one piece takes your fancy if you stand close to it, another if you keep at some distance.
The 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.]
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
In adversity, remember to keep an even mind.
Those that are little, little things suit.
As shines the moon amid the lesser fires.