There is no road of flowers leading to glory.
By time and toil we sever What strength and rage could never.
I bend and do not break.
One should stick to the sort of thing for which one was made; I tried to be an herbalist, Whereas I should keep to the butchers trade.
We love good looks rather than what is practical, Though good looks may prove destructive.
Dressed in the lion's skin, the ass spread terror far and wide.