Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.
You have played enough; you have eaten and drunk enough. Now it is time for you to depart.
It is hard to utter common notions in an individual way.
And seek for truth in the groves of Academe.
There are calumnies against which even innocence loses courage.
Little folks become their little fate.