The mind still longs for what it has missed, and loses itself in
the contemplation of the past.

The mind still longs for what it has missed, and loses itself in
the contemplation of the past.

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.

One man restored our fortunes by delay. [By skilfully avoiding
an engagement, Fabius exhausted the resources of the enemy.]

One man restored our fortunes by delay. [By skilfully avoiding
an engagement, Fabius exhausted the resources of the enemy.]

The fault of the horse is put on the saddle.

The fault of the horse is put on the saddle.

Men shut their doors against the setting sun.

Men shut their doors against the setting sun.

Like St. George, always in his saddle, never on his way.
- Clement Walker,

Like St. George, always in his saddle, never on his way.
- Clement Walker,

In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?

In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?

A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of
the heart the spirit is broken.

A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of
the heart the spirit is broken.

To ask that which is unjust at the hands of the just, is an
injustice in itself; to expect read more

To ask that which is unjust at the hands of the just, is an
injustice in itself; to expect that which is just from the
unjust, is simple folly.