If the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects of pity?

If you wish to behold God, you may see Him in every object around; search in your breast, and you will find Him there. And if you do not yet perceive where He dwells, confute me, if you can, and say where He is not.

Sharp and fell remorse, the offspring of my sin! Why do you, O God, lacerate my heart so late? Why, O boding cries, that scream so close to me,--why do I listen to you now, and never heard you before?

If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many would be pitied who are now envied! [It., Se a ciascun l'interno affanno Si leggesse in fronte scritto, Quanti mai, che invidia fanno, Ci farebbero pieta!].

The canker which the trunk conceals is revealed by the leaves, the fruit, or the flower.

An old warrior is never in haste to strike the blow.

The bee and the serpent often sip from the selfsame flower.