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.

Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.

The finishing stroke of all sorrow.

For women's tears are but the sweat of eyes.

Seldom do people discern eloquence under a threadbare cloak

There's no effrontery like that of a woman caught in the act; her very guilt inspires her with wrath and insolence.

No one every suddenly became depraved.