Covetousness bursts the sack and spills the grain.

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people's minds.

But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.

The schoolmaster is termed, classically, Ludi Magister, because he deprives boys of their play.

...crystal and hearts would lose all their merit in the world if it were not for their fragility.

The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!