Happy the man who can count his sufferings.
When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.
Envy, the meanest of vices, creeps on the ground like a serpent.
Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]
The crop always seems better in our neighbor's field, and our neighbor's cow gives more milk.
Like fragile ice anger passes away in time.