Work while your strength and years permit you; crooked age will by-and-by come upon you with silent foot.
I cannot keep track of all the vagaries of fashion, Every day, so it seems, brings in a different style.
It is ill to marry in the month of May.
Habits change into character.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets journeys on in safety.