Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.
For women's tears are but the sweat of eyes.
Whatever guilt is perpetrated by some evil prompting, is grievous to the author of the crime. This is the first punishment of guilt that no one who is guilty is acquitted at the judgment seat of his own conscience.
Luxury destroys more efficiently than war.
Lost money is bewailed with deeper sighs Than friends, or kindred, and with louder cries.
Remote though your farm may be, It's something to be the lord of one green lizard-and free.