If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
By art he gladly found what he did seek,
A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.
When by the Ruins oft I past
In silence ever shalt thou lie.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Authority without wisdom is like a heavy ax without an edge, fitter to bruise than to polish.