A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
Envy feeds on the living. It ceases when they are dead.
I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.
Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.
As many as the shells that are on the shore, so many are the pains of love; the darts that wound are steeped in much poison.
The workmanship was better than the subject matter.
The man who falls in love chill find plenty of occupation.
Envy depreciates the genius of the great Homer.
Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.
Jupiter from on high smiles at the perjuries of lovers.
The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.
Remove but the temptations of leisure, and the bow of Cupid will lose its effect.
It is hope which makes the shipwrecked sailor strike out with his arms in the midst of the sea, though no land is in sight.
Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.
Opportunity is ever worth expecting; let your hood be ever hanging ready. The fish will be in the pool where you least imagine it to be.
The hunter follows things which flee from him; he leaves them when they are taken; and ever seeks for that which is beyond what he has found. [Lat., Venator sequitur fugientia; capta relinquit; Semper et inventis ulteriora petit.]
Out of many things a great heap will be formed. [Lat., De multis grandis acervus erit.]
Fortune and love favour the brave. [Lat., Audentem Forsque Venusque juvant.]
The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man every land's a home.
Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.
Happy the man who ventures boldly to defend what he holds dear.
I cannot keep track of all the vagaries of fashion, Every day, so it seems, brings in a different style.
Love is a kind of military service
Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.
There are a thousand forms of evil; there will be a thousand remedies.
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