Find me a reasonable lover against his weight in gold.
Property is unstable, and youth perishes in a moment. Life itself is held in the grinning fangs of Death, Yet men delay to obtain release from the world. Alas, the conduct of mankind is surprising.
Not every age is fit for childish sports.
To love is human, it is also human to forgive.
That's a miserable and cursed word, to say I had, when what I have is nothing.
Nothing is there more friendly to a man than a friend in need.
This is the great evil in wine, it first seizes the feet; it is a cunning wrestler. [Lat., Magnum hoc vitium vino est, Pedes captat primum; luctator dolosu est.]
What is yours is mine, and all mine is yours.
We only appreciate the comforts of life in their loss.
For enemies carry about slander not in the form in which it took its rise . The scandal of men is everlasting; even then does it survive when you would suppose it to be dead.
If you strike the goads with your fists, your hands suffer most.
He who tries to protect himself from deception is often cheated, even when most on his guard.
I have lost my oil and my labor. (Labored in vain.) [Lat., Oleum et operam perdidi.]
The Bell never rings of itself; unless some one handles or moves it it is dumb. [Lat., Nunquam aedepol temere tinniit tintinnabulum; Nisi quis illud tractat aut movet, mutum est, tacet.]
In wondrous ways do the gods make sport with men. [Lat., Miris modis Di ludos faciunt hominibus.]
What is thine is mine, and all mine is thine. [Lat., Quod tuum'st meum'st; omne meum est autem tuum.]
Fortune moulds and circumscribes human affairs as she pleases. [Lat., Fortuna humana fingit artatque ut lubet.]
He who would eat the kernel, must crack the shell. [Lat., Qui e nuce nucleum esse vult, frangat nucem.]
Courage in danger is half the battle. [Lat., Bonus animus in mala re, dimidium est mali.]
He is hailed a conqueror of conquerors. [Lat., Victor victorum cluet.]
I am undone! I have smashed the waggon. [I have ruined all.]
Enemies carry a report in form different from the original.
I suspect that hunger was my mother.
Spice a dish with love and it pleases every palate.
If I can only keep my good name, I shall have riches enough.
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