There is something in omens.
Whatever charm thou hast, be charming.
O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?
The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.
I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.
These are the evils which result from gossiping habits.