What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps with it alone, she lives.
Very slight violence will break that which has once been cracked.
Truly it is allowed us to weep: by weeping we disperse our wrath; and tears go through the heart, even like a stream. [Lat., Flere licet certe: flendo diffundimus iram: Perque sinum lacrimae, fluminis instar enim.]
What is harder than stone? What more soft than water? Nevertheless hard though the rock be, it is hollowed by the wave.
What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle produce more milk than our own.
Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.
I am above being injured by fortune, though she steals away much, more will remain with me. The blessing I now enjoy transcend fear.
Knowest thou not that kings have long hands? [Lat., An nescis longos regibus esse manus?]
It is something to hold the scepter with a firm hand. [Lat., Est aliquid valida sceptra tenere manu.]
Quarrels are the dowry which married folk bring one another.
There will grow from straws a mighty heap.
The wild boar is often held by a small dog. [Lat., A cane non magno saepe tenetur aper.]
Heavens! what thick darkness pervades the minds of men. [Lat., Pro superi! quantum mortalia pectora caecae, Noctis habent.]
All-devouring time, envious age, Nought can escape you, and by slow degrees, Worn by your teeth, all things will lingering die.
The god we now behold with opened eyes, A herd of spotted panthers round him lies In glaring forms; the grapy clusters spread On his fair brows, and dangle on his head.
The mind is sicker than the sick body; in contemplation of its sufferings it becomes hopeless. [Lat., Corpore sed mens est aegro magis aegra; malique In circumspectu stat sine fine sui.]
Alcohol is necessary for a man so that he can have a good opinion of himself, undisturbed be the facts. Finley Peter Dunne There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.
You will hardly conquer, but conquer you must. [Lat., Male vincetis, sed vincite.]
There is no pleasure pure and simple, and some care always comes to mar our joys.
I am an exile; but it is the fault that pains; The punishment is nought; that it is deserved Is all the pain.
Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts. [Lat., Candida pax homines, trux decet ira feras.]
It is prudence that first forsakes the wretched.
A pleasing countenance is no light advantage.
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