The crop always seems better in our neighbor's field, and our neighbor's cow gives more milk.
A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.
Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.
Nations and empires flourish and decay, By turns command, and in their turns obey.
The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.
It's useful that there should be Gods, so let's believe there are.