The beautiful wife of a man died but her mother, a decrepit old hag, remained in the house on account of the dowry. The man saw no means of escaping from contact with her until a company of friends paid him a visit of condolence and one of them asked him how he bore the loss of his beloved. He replied: -It is not as painful not to see my wife as to see the mother of my wife.-

The rose has been destroyed and the thorn remained.
The treasure has been taken and the serpent left.
It is better that one-s eye be fixed on a spear-head
Than that it should behold the face of an enemy.
It is incumbent to sever connection with a thousand friends
Rather than to behold a single foe.