In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a shrew.]
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
I can never forget suffering and I will never forget sunset. I came home with all of it in my mind.
A man polished to the nail. [Lat., Ad unguem factus home.]
The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the shadowy Plutonian home.
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