Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.
Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.
Many individuals have, like uncut diamonds, shining qualities beneath a rough exterior.
The man whose purse is empty can cheerfully sing before the robber.
It is not easy for men to rise whose qualities are thwarted by poverty.
Now we suffer the evils of a long peace; luxury more cruel than war broods over us and avenges a conquered world.