Troubles in the country, troubles in the town, troubles everywhere.

He who knows not trouble is not to be counted among the children of men.

All gets paid off in time; the good by the evil, evil by good, and life is naught.

Perhaps to-morrow night or Monday morning we may go to pass a day in town; so I shall see the woman for whom I sighed, and recover the man of whom I could not hear.
But I shall lose them the next day; and the more I feel the happiness of being with them, the worse I shall suffer at parting.

That is the way that all things go.