How often the highest talent lurks in obscurity.
It is our human lot, it is heaven's will, that sorrow follow joy.
Conquered, we conquer.
For enemies carry about slander not in the form in which it took its rise . The scandal of men is everlasting; even then does it survive when you would suppose it to be dead.
That wife is an enemy to her husband who is given in marriage against her will.
He is happy in his wisdom who has learned at another's expense.