If our inward grief's were seen written on our brow, how many would be pitied who are now envied.
If our inward grief's were seen written on our brow, how many would be pitied who are now envied.
It is the just decree of Heaven that a traitor never sees his danger till his ruin is at hand.
The canker which the trunk conceals is revealed by the leaves, the fruit, or the flower.
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