If the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects of pity? — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share Image
The pilot who is always dreading a rock or a tempest must not complain if he remain a poor fisherman. We must at times… — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share
If our inward griefs were written on our brows, how many who are envied now would be pitied. It would seem that they had… — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share
The canker which the trunk conceals is revealed by the leaves, the fruit, or the flower. — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share
The aged oak upon the steep stands more firm and secure if assailed by angry winds; for if the winter bares its head, the… — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share
The eye that gazes upon the sun sees not the orb it looks upon, confounded by the excess of its brightness. — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share
We are like vessels tossed on the bosom of the deep; our passions are the winds that sweep us impetuously forward; each pleasure is… — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share
It is the just decree of Heaven that a traitor never sees his danger till his ruin is at hand. — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share
If the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be… — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share
It is by no means a fact that death is the worst of all evils; when it comes it is an alleviation to mortals… — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share
Love is a feeling that comes into our hearts of our own choice for neither force nor harshness can limit the heart's freedom. — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share
How full of error is the judgment of mankind! They wonder at results when they are ignorant of the reasons — Pietro Metastasio Copy Share
