"I'll follow thy fortune," a termagant cries, Whose extravagance caused all the evil; "That were some consolation,'' the husband replies, "For my fortune has gone to the devil |
A fault is fostered by concealment. |
A feeble dart short of its mark. |
A fickle and capricious woman. |
A good trumpeter has the power to rouse fools into making slaughter |
A mighty pomp, but made of little things |
A snake lurks in the grass. - Eclogues |
A woman the leader of the enterprise. |
achieved what we set out to achieve. |
Age carries all things away, even the mind. |
Age steals away all things, even the mind |
Alas! it is not well for anyone to be confident when the gods are adverse. |
All of which misery I saw, part of which I was. |
All our sweetest hours fly fastest. |
All our sweetest hours fly fastest. |