Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never never allows us to forget that we belong to it. [Lat., Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine captos Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui.]
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
He who has it in his power to commit sin, is less inclined to do so. The very idea of being able, weakens the desire.
Nothing retains its form; new shapes from old. Nature, the great inventor, ceaselessly contrives. In all creation, be assured, there is no death - no death, but only change and innovation; what we men call birth is but a different new beginning; death is but to cease to be the same. Perhaps this may have moved to that, and that to this, yet still the sum of things remains the same.
Truly now is the golden age; the highest honour comes by means of gold; by gold love is procured.
Gold will buy the highest honours; and gold will purchase love.
Lovers remember everything. [Lat., Meminerunt omnia amantes.]
God gave man an upright countenance to survey the heavens, and to look upward to the stars.
The crop always seems better in our neighbor's field, and our neighbor's cow gives more milk.
Everyone wishes that the man whom he fears would perish.
As the mind of each man is conscious of good or evil, so does he conceive within his breast hope or fear, according to his actions.
Haste is productive of injury, and so is too much hesitation. He is the wisest man who does everything at the proper time.
He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.
Some wounds grow worse beneath the surgeon's hand; Better that they were not touched at all.
There is something in omens.
To wish is of little account; to succeed you must earnestly desire; and this desire must shorten thy sleep.
The more they drink the more they thirst.
To give requires good sense.
Venus favors the bold.
Either attempt it not, or succeed.
Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.
I have never injured anybody with a mordant poem; my verse contains charges against nobody. Ingenuous, I have shunned wit steeped in venom--not a letter of mine is dipped in poisonous jest.
Spare the soul that feels a deadly wound.
You will go most safely in the middle.
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light
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