Grant me profits only, grant me the joy of profit made, and see to it that I enjoy cheating the buyer!
Giving calls for genius.
Though the strength is lacking, yet the willingness is commendable.
See that you promise: what harm is there in promise? In promises anyone can be rich.
Face troubles from their birth, for 'tis too late to cure When long delay has given the evil strength. Haste then; postpone not to the coming hour: tomorrow He'll be less ready who's not ready now.
Venus is kind to creatures as young as we;We know not what we do, and while we're youngWe have the right to live and love like gods.
The art of medicine in the season lies: Wine given in season oft will benefit, Which out of season injures.
By constant dripping, water hollows stone, A signet-ring from use alone grows thin, And the curved plowshare by soft earth is worn.
For in this strange anatomy we wear, the head has greater powers than the hand; the spirit, heart, and mind are over all.
It is lawful to be taught by an enemy. Fas est ab hoste doceri.
We praise times past, while we times present use; Yet due the worship which to each we give.
Tis on the living Envy feeds. She silent grows When, after death, man's honor is his guard. So I, when on the pyre consumed I lie, Shall live, for all that's noblest will survive.
What is now reason was formerly impulse or instinct.
Time was when genius was more precious than gold, but now to have nothing is monstrous barbarism.
You put aside the work that's done, and seek some work to do.
Ovid lies here, the poet, skilled in love's gentle sport; By his own talents he worked his undoing. Oh, you who pass by, if ever you have loved, Think it not a burden to wish him calm repose.
He who sins easily, sins less. The very power Renders less vigorous the roots of evil.
Love is too prone to trust. Would I could think My charges false and all too rashly made.
There is no brotherhood between love and dignity, Nor can they share the same abode.
The applause and the favour of our fellow-men Fan even a spark of genius to a flame.
Constant Penelope sends to thee, careless Ulysses. Write not again, but come, sweet mate
If the subject's easy we may all be wise; What stands unfirm, the smallest force overthrows.
With wavering steps does fickle fortune stray, Nowhere she finds a firm and fixed abode; But now all smiles, and now again all frowns, She's constant only in inconstancy.
Sleep, nature's rest, divine tranquility, That brings peace to the mind.
Some people think that because they do the opposite of what they are asked to do, they have initiative
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