If anything is spoken in jest, it is not fair to turn it to earnest.
Are you not accustomed to look at home, when you abuse others?
It is the nature of the unfortunate to be spiteful, and to envy those who are well to do.
I suspect that hunger was my mother.
Besides that, when elsewhere the harvest of wheat is most abundant, there it comes up less by one-fourth than what you have sowed. There, methinks, it were a proper place for men to sow their wild oats, where they would not spring up.
I am undone! I have smashed the waggon. [I have ruined all.]