Custom is second nature.
[Lat., Consuetudo est secunda natura.]

Custom is second nature.
[Lat., Consuetudo est secunda natura.]

Lightning strikes the tops of the mountains.

Lightning strikes the tops of the mountains.

Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it
will turn sour.

Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it
will turn sour.

Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

A live dog is better than a dead lion.

A live dog is better than a dead lion.

Going as if he trod upon eggs.

Going as if he trod upon eggs.

But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if read more

But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear.

Hundreds of men were turned into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,
By the magic read more

Hundreds of men were turned into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,
By the magic of ale and cider.

Righteousness exalteth a nation.

Righteousness exalteth a nation.