I will laugh at the laughable while I breathe
Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.
Brutal men with unlimited power are the same all over the world
Is the sea drying up? It is going up into mist and coming down on us in this water spout, the rain. It raineth every day, and the weather represents our tearful despair on a large scale.
She died praying that she might die.
A freshet in the autumn does not compensate for a drought in the spring.