Wine stimulates the mind and makes it quick with heat; care flees and is dissolved in much drink.
Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.
Why should I go into details, we have nothing that is not perishable except what our hearts and our intellects endows us with.
Have consideration for wounded feelings.
Time itself flows on with constant motion, just like a river: for no more than a river can the fleeting hour stand still. As wave is driven on by wave, and, itself pursued, pursues the one before, so the moments of time at once flee and follow, and are ever new.
We have ploughed the vast ocean in a fragile bark.
The least strength suffices to break what is bruised.
The wounded gladiator forswears all fighting, but soon forgetting his former wound resumes his arms.
Treat a thousand dispositions in a thousand ways.
If Jupiter hurled his thunderbolt as often as men sinned, he would soon be out of thunderbolts.
Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.
The mind conscious of innocence despises false reports: but we are a set always ready to believe a scandal.
What follows I flee; what flees I ever pursue.
Take away leisure and Cupid's bow is broken
Giving requires good sense. [Lat., Rest est ingeniosa dare.]
Dear to girls' hearts is their own beauty.
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs. [Lat., Hei mihi! quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis.]
Birth and ancestry, and that which we have not ourselves achieved, we can scarcely call our own.
Gain, acquired by many agents, soon accumulates.
Sickness seizes the body from bad ventilation.
Every man should stay within his own fortune. [Lat., Intera fortunam quisque debet manere suam.]
The most wretched fortune is safe; for there is no fear of anything worse. [Lat., Fortuna miserrima tuta est: Nam timor eventus deterioris abest.]
A broken fortune is like a falling column; the lower it sinks, the greater weight it has to sustain.
The love of fame usually spurs on the mind. [Lat., Ingenio stimulos subdere fama solet.]
Death is not grievous to me, for I shall lay aside my pains by death. [Lat., Nec mihi mors gravis est posituro morte dolores.]
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