Sooner earth / Might go round heaven, and 35 the strait girth of Time / Inswathe the fulness of Eternity, / Than language grasp the infinite of Love. Tennyson.
Sooner or later the truth comes to light. Dut. Pr.
Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain, / Fought all his battles o'er again; / And thrice he routed all his foes, / And thrice he slew the slain. Dryden.
[Greek: sophên de misô; mê gar en g' emois domois / Eiê phronousa pleion ê gynaika chrên]—I hate a learned woman. Let no woman in my house know more than a woman should. Eurip.
Sordid and infamous sensuality, the most dreadful of the evils that issued from the box of Pandora, corrupts every heart and eradicates every virtue. Fénelon.
Sorex suo perit indicio—The mouse perishes by 40 betraying himself. Pr.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, / Makes the night morning and the noontide night. Rich. III.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopped, / Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is. Titus Andron., ii. 5.
Sorrow has ever produced more melody than mirth. C. Fitzhugh.
Sorrow has not been given us for sorrow's sake, but always as a lesson from which we are to learn somewhat, which once learned, it ceases to be sorrow. Carlyle.