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.]

Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.

A man perfect to the finger tips.

Fire, if neglected, will soon gain strength.

Whatever advice you give, be short.

The cook cares not a bit for toil, toil, if the fowl be plump and fat

Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.