We suffer by our proximity. [Who get a blow intended for another.]
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
It is annoying to be honest to no purpose.
Virtue and vice, evil and good, are siblings, or next-door neighbors, Easy to make mistakes, hard to tell them apart.
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave fault to speak of matters on which we should be silent.