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 eye that gazes upon the sun sees not the orb it looks upon, confounded by the excess of its brightness.

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

Cowards' weapons neither cut nor pierce.

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?

Every noble acquisition is attended with its risks; he who fears to encounter the one must not expect to obtain the other.

How full of error is the judgment of mankind! They wonder at results when they are ignorant of the reasons