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Last updated on November 25, 2024.
The mind is hopeful; success is in God's hands.
[Lat., Sperat quidem animus: quo eveniat, diis in manu est.]
Flame is very near to smoke.
Find me a reasonable lover against his weight in gold.
He that's in love, i' faith, even if he is hungry, isn't hungry at all.
Man is a wolf to man.
[Lat., Homo homini lupus.]
A mouse relies not solely on one hole.
That's a miserable and cursed word, to say I had, when what I have is nothing.
Feast to-day makes fast to-morrow. Lat.
He is happy in his wisdom who has learned at another's expense.
Courage in danger is half the battle.
[Lat., Bonus animus in mala re, dimidium est mali.]
We only appreciate the comforts of life in their loss.
All good men and women should be on their guard to avoid guilt, and even the suspicion of it.
Modesty should accompany youth.
This is the great evil in wine, it first seizes the feet; it is a cunning wrestler.
[Lat., Magnum hoc vitium vino est,
Pedes captat primum; luctator dolosu est.]
In wondrous ways do the gods make sport with men.
[Lat., Miris modis Di ludos faciunt hominibus.]
That least pleases us which is most urged on us.
Slander-mongers and those who listen to slander, if I had my way, would all be strung up, the talkers by the tongue, the listeners by the ears.
Nothing is there more friendly to a man than a friend in need.
For enemies carry about slander not in the form in which it took its rise . The scandal of men is everlasting; even then does it survive when you would suppose it to be dead.
He whom the Gods love dies young.
To love is human, it is also human to forgive.
He can do most who has most power.
He is a friend indeed who proves himself a friend in need.
I trust no rich man who is officiously kind to a poor man.
A woman smells well when she smells of nothing.
Enemies carry a report in form different from the original.
I have lost my oil and my labor. (Labored in vain.)
[Lat., Oleum et operam perdidi.]
Not every age is fit for childish sports.
What is yours is mine, and all mine is yours.
Fortune moulds and circumscribes human affairs as she pleases.
[Lat., Fortuna humana fingit artatque ut lubet.]