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 may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I contemplate my treasures in their hoard.
In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a shrew.]
The envious man grows lean at the success of his neighbor.
Nor has he lived in vain, who from his cradle to his grave has passed his life in seclusion.
If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.