Many women long for what eludes them, and like not what is offered them.
It is no less a feat to keep what you have, than to increase it. In one there is chance, the other will be a work of art.
My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.
God gave man an upright countenance to survey the heavens, and to look upward to the stars.
Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.
A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man sickens.