Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
All things may corrupt when minds are prone to evil.
Love will enter cloaked in friendship's name.
What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.
The heavier crop is ever in others' fields.