God himself helps those who dare.
Envy, the meanest of vices, creeps on the ground like a serpent.
The gods have their own rules.
It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.
God gave man an upright countenance to survey the heavens, and to look upward to the stars.
I cannot keep track of all the vagaries of fashion, Every day, so it seems, brings in a different style.