Now that it will become known that you do not love her, beware of Iras.

There is something about her which reminds me of the jackal.

Jealousy!--I believe she would be capable of the worst--" "Yet," Dion interrupted, "Charmian will soften whatever injury Iras plans to do me, and, though I cannot rely much upon my uncle, Archibius is above both and favours us and our marriage." Gorgias uttered a sigh of relief, and exclaimed, "Then on to happiness!" "And you must also begin to provide for yours," replied Dion warmly.
"Forbid your heart to continue this wandering, nomad life.

The tent which the wind blows down is not fit for the architect's permanent residence.

Build yourself a fine house, which will defy storms, as you built my palace.