A lover fears all that he believes.
There are a thousand forms of evil; there will be a thousand remedies.
Take away leisure and Cupid's bow is broken
A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man sickens.
Brass shines with constant usage, a beautiful dress needs wearing,Leave a house empty, it rots.
Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.