The gods favor the bold.
Gifts, believe me, captivate both men and Gods, Jupiter himself was won over and appeased by gifts.
Anger assists hands however weak. [Lat., Quamlibet infirmas adjuvat ira manus.]
Habit had made the custom.
Wine prepares the heart for love, unless you take too much.
In an easy cause any man may be eloquent.
When worse may yet befall, there's room for prayer, But when our fortune's at its lowest ebb, We trample fear beneath our feet, and live Without a fear of evil yet to come.
With patience bear what pains you have deserved, Grieve, if you will, over what's unmerited.
Everyone is desirous of his own pursuits, and loves To spend his time in his accustomed art.
Rare is the virtue that's not ruled by Fortune, That stands unshaken even when Fortune flees.
By arts, sails, and oars, ships are rapidly moved; arts move the light chariot, and establish love. [Lat., Arte citae veloque rates remoque moventur; Arte levis currus, arte regendus Amor.]
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.
It is prudence that first forsakes the wretched.
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.]
Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who doest soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.
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.]
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.
Fair Flora! Now attend thy sportful feast, Of which some days I with design have past; A part in April and a part in May Thou claim'st, and both command my tuneful lay; And as the confines of two months are thine To sing of both the double task be mine.
As long as you are lucky, you will have many friends; if cloudy times appear, you will be alone. -Donec eris felix, multos numerabis amicos; tempora si fuerint nubila, solus eris
You will hardly conquer, but conquer you must. [Lat., Male vincetis, sed vincite.]
Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.
