The crop always seems better in our neighbor's field, and our neighbor's cow gives more milk.
We have ploughed the vast ocean in a fragile bark.
Love, and a cough, are not concealed.
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
Wine prepares the heart for love, unless you take too much.
Note too that a faithful study of the liberal arts humanizes character and permits it not to be cruel.