According to the state of a man's conscience, so do hope and fear on account of his deeds arise in his mind.
We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few love what they may have.
Habit had made the custom.
What follows I flee; what flees I ever pursue.
Treat a thousand dispositions in a thousand ways.
The wounded gladiator forswears all fighting, but soon forgetting his former wound resumes his arms.
It is expedient that there should be gods, and, since it is expedient, let us believe that gods exist.
In an easy cause any man may be eloquent.
Anger assists hands however weak. [Lat., Quamlibet infirmas adjuvat ira manus.]
Writings survive the years; it is by writings that you know Agamemnon, and those who fought for or against him. [Lat., Scripta ferunt annos; scriptis Agamemnona nosti, Et quisquis contra vel simul arma tulit.]
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination. [Lat., Factis ignoscite nostris Si scelus ingenio scitis abesse meo.]
Skilled in every trick, a worthy heir of his paternal craft, he would make black look like white, and white look black. [Lat., Furtum ingeniosus ad omne, Qui facere assueret, patriae non degener artis, Candida de nigris, et de candentibus atra.]
To be thoroughly imbued, with the liberal arts refines the manners, and makes men to be mild and gentle in their conduct.
The swallow is not ensnared by men because of its gentle nature. [Lat., At caret insidiis hominum, quia mitis, hirundo.]
Giving requires good sense. [Lat., Rest est ingeniosa dare.]
What is hid is unknown: for what is unknown there is no desire. [Lat., Quod latet ignotum est; ignoti nulla cupido.]
There is no such thing as pure, unalloyed pleasure; some bitter ever mingles with the sweet.
Alluring pleasure is said to have softened the savage dispositions (of early mankind). [Lat., Blanda truces animos fertur mollisse voluptas.]
Thou fool, what is sleep but the image of death? Fate will give an eternal rest. [Lat., Stulte, quid est somnus, gelidae nisi mortis imago? Longa quiescendi tempora fata dabunt.]
Death is not grievous to me, for I shall lay aside my pains by death. [Lat., Nec mihi mors gravis est posituro morte dolores.]
The mind alone can not be exiled. [Lat., Mens sola loco non exulat.]
Heavens! what thick darkness pervades the minds of men. [Lat., Pro superi! quantum mortalia pectora caecae, Noctis habent.]
The wild boar is often held by a small dog. [Lat., A cane non magno saepe tenetur aper.]
A bitter drug oft brings relief.
A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man sickens.
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