It is some alleviation to ills we cannot cure to speak of them.

Judgement of beauty can err, what with the wine and the dark.

I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.

Habits change into character.

All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.

The laws allow arms to be taken against an armed foe.

Thanks are justly due for boons unbought