The book of Job is pure Arab poetry of the highest and most antique cast.
The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
A man of maxims only is like a Cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head.
Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge.
And to be wroth with one we love…Doth work like madness in the brain.
On the Greek stage a drama, or acted story, consisted in reality of three dramas, called together a trilogy, and performed consecutively in the course of one day.