He whom the gods love dies young, whilst he is full of health, perception, and judgment.
[Lat., Quem dii diligunt,
Adolescens moritur, dum valet, sentit, sapit.]
The gods give that man some profit to whom they are propitious.
[Lat., Cui homini dii propitii sunt aliquid objiciunt lucri.]
He whom the gods love dies young, while he is in health, has his senses and his judgments sound.
Whom the gods love dies young.
He whom the Gods love dies young.
He gains wisdom in a happy way, who gains it by another's experience.
[Lat., Feliciter sapit qui alieno periculo sapit.]
Whoever is not too wise is wise.
[Lat., Quisquis plus justo non sapit, ille sapit.]
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]
Amor verus numquam moritur: True love never dies
When the Greeks said, Whom the gods love die young, they probably meant, as Lord Sankey suggested, that those favored by the gods stay young till the day they die; young and playful.
You're gonna be ok, dum de dum dum dum, just dance.
You would get longer livelier and more frequent letters from me, if it weren't for the Christian religion. How that bell tolling at the end of the garden, dum dum, dum dum, annoys me! Why is Christianity so insistent and so sad?
The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.
[Lat., Festinat enim decurrere velox
Flosculus angustae miseraeque brevissima vitae
Portico; dum bibimus dum sera unguenta puellas
Poscimus obrepit non intellecta senectus.]
Those whom the gods love grow young.
Whom the Gods love die young no matter how long they live.
There is no grief which time does not lessen and soften.
[Lat., Nullus dolor est quem non longinquitas temporis minuat ac molliat.]
Love makes those young whom age doth chill, and whom he finds young keeps young still.