We hate the hawk because he ever lives in battle.
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
A bitter drug oft brings relief.
Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.
There is no small pleasure in pure water.