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Our integrity is never worth so much as when we have parted with our all to keep it.
Niobe would have been called most blessed of mothers, had she not seemed so herself.
He lives well who lives retired, and keeps His wants within the limits of his means.
You who seek an end of love, love yields to business: be busy, and you will be safe.
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.
There is no brotherhood between love and dignity, Nor can they share the same abode.
The applause and the favour of our fellow-men Fan even a spark of genius to a flame.
See that you promise: what harm is there in promise? In promises anyone can be rich.
There is no need of words; believe facts. [Lat., Non opus est verbis, credite rebus.]
There is some joy in weeping. For our tears Fill up the cup, then wash our pain away.
The cause is hidden, but the result is known. [Lat., Causa latet: vis est notissima.]
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
Consider the misfortunes of others, and you will be the better able to bear your own.
It warms the blood, adds luster to the eyes, and wine and love have ever been allies.
Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.
Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.
Those presents are the most acceptable which are enhanced by our regard for the donor.
He who sins easily, sins less. The very power Renders less vigorous the roots of evil.
The pleasure that is granted to me from a sense of duty ceases to be a pleasure at all.
We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few love what they may have.
What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps with it alone, she lives.
Out of many things a great heap will be formed. [Lat., De multis grandis acervus erit.]
Bring a lawsuit against a man who can pay; the poor man's acts are not worth the expense
The wit of man has devised cruel statutes, And nature oft permits what is by law forbid.
A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets journeys on in safety.
The wild boar is often held by a small dog. [Lat., A cane non magno saepe tenetur aper.]
The love of fame usually spurs on the mind. [Lat., Ingenio stimulos subdere fama solet.]
Constant Penelope sends to thee, careless Ulysses. Write not again, but come, sweet mate
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.
What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps; with it alone, she lives.
Knowest thou not that kings have long hands? [Lat., An nescis longos regibus esse manus?]
Great talents, by the rust of long disuse, Grow lethargic and shrink from what they were.
Love is too prone to trust. Would I could think My charges false and all too rashly made.
The iron ring is worn out by constant use. [Lat., Ferreus assiduo consumitur anulus usu.]
A pleasing countenance is no slight disadvantage. [Lat., Auxilium non leve vultus habet.]
In war the olive branch of peace is of use. [Lat., Adjuvat in bello pacatae ramus olivae.]
And I will capture your minds with sweet novelty. [Lat., Dulcique animos novitate tenebo.]
As the yellow gold is tried in fire, so the faith of friendship must be seen in adversity.
Not for any one man's delight has Nature made the sun, the wind, the waters; all are free.
It is not safe to despise what Love commands. He reigns supreme, and rules the mighty gods.
In prosperity you may count on many friends; if the sky becomes overcast you will be alone.
Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle produce more milk than our own.
The sick mind can not bear anything harsh. [Lat., Mensque pati durum sustinet aegra nihil.]
God gave man an upright countenance to survey the heavens, and to look upward to the stars.
There is a certain pleasure in weeping; grief finds in tears both a satisfaction and a cure.
Some wounds grow worse beneath the surgeon's hand; Better that they were not touched at all.
My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.
I attempt an arduous task but there is no worth in that which is not a difficult achievement
There is no such thing as pure, unalloyed pleasure; some bitter ever mingles with the sweet.