Who gives to friends so much from Fate secures,
That is the only wealth for ever yours.
[Lat., Extra fortunam est, quidquid donatur amicis;
Quas dederis, selas semper habebis opes.]
It is doubtful what fortune to-morrow will bring.
[Lat., Posteraque in dubio est fortunam quam vehat aetas.]
An honest man is always a child.
[Lat., Semper bonus homo tiro est.]
Man should ever look to his last day, and no one should be called happy before his funeral.
[Lat., Ultima semper
Expectanda dies homini est, dicique beatus
Ante obitum nemo et suprema funera debet.]
Be, as many now are, luxurious to yourself, parsimonious to your friends.
[Lat., Esto, ut nunc multi, dives tibi pauper amicis.]
My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.
[Lat., Et res non semper, spes mihi semper adest.]
Ants do no bend their ways to empty barns, so no friend will visit the place of departed wealth.
[Lat., Horrea formicae tendunt ad inania nunquam
Nullus ad amissas ibit amicus opes.]
The Romans assisted their allies and friends, and acquired friendships by giving rather than receiving kindness.
[Lat., Sociis atque amicis auxilia portabant Romani, magisque dandis quam accipiundis beneficiis amicitias parabant.]
It is often a comfort in misfortune to know our own fate.
[Lat., Saepe calamitas solatium est nosse sortem suam.]
Money is to be sought for first of all; virtue after wealth.
[Lat., Quaerenda pecunia primum est; virtus post nummos.]
Those gifts are ever the most acceptable which the giver makes precious.
[Lat., Acceptissima semper munera sunt auctor quae pretiosa facit.]
To the sick, while there is life there is hope.
[Lat., Aegroto dum anima est, spes est.]
Our country is wherever we are well off.
[Lat., Patria est, ubicunque est bene.]
It is pleasing to be pointed at with the finger and to have it said, "There goes the man."
[Lat., At pulchrum est digito monstrari et dicier his est.]
Whenever monarchs err, the people are punished.
[Lat., Quidquid delirant reges, plectuntur Achivi.]
Patience makes lighter / What sorrow may not heal. ("sed levius fit patientia quidquid corrigere est nefas")
Thou fool, what is sleep but the image of death? Fate will give an eternal rest.
[Lat., Stulte, quid est somnus, gelidae nisi mortis imago?
Longa quiescendi tempora fata dabunt.]