Great things astonish us, and small dishearten us. Custom makes both familiar.
As riches and honor forsake a man, we discover him to be a fool, but nobody could find it out in his prosperity.
The spendthrift robs his heirs the miser robs himself.
A well-born man is fortunate, but so is the man about whom people no longer ask, 'is he well-born?'
The doctors allow one to die, the charlatans kill.
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.