No thanks attach to a kindness long deferred.

Our native land attracts us with some mysterious charm, never to be forgotten.

Occupy yourself, and you will be out of harm's way.

No herb can remedy the anguish of love.

Neither shall the wave, which has passed on, ever be recalled; nor can the hour, which has once fled by, return again.

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.