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As God is propitiated by the blood of a hundred bulls, so also is he by the smallest offering of incense.
[Lat., Sed tamen ut fuso taurorum sanguine centum,
Sic capitur minimo thuris honore deux.]
As God is propitiated by the blood of a hundred bulls, so also is he by the smallest offering of incense. [Lat., Sed tamen ut fuso taurorum sanguine centum, Sic capitur minimo thuris honore deux.]
Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power.
Wine, not too much, inspires and make the mind,to the soft joys of Venus strong inclined,which, buried in excess, unapt to love,stupidly lies and knows not hom to move
There is a certain pleasure in weeping; grief finds in tears both a satisfaction and a cure.
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Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.
It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses.
Take this at least, this last advice, my son: Keep a stiff rein, and move but gently on: The coursers of themselves will run too fast, Your art must be to moderate their haste.
Alluring pleasure is said to have softened the savage dispositions (of early mankind). [Lat., Blanda truces animos fertur mollisse voluptas.]
As the mind of each man is conscious of good or evil, so does he conceive within his breast hope or fear, according to his actions.
As the mind of each man is conscious of good or evil, so does he conceive within his breast hope or fear, according to his actions.
The iron ring is worn out by constant use. [Lat., Ferreus assiduo consumitur anulus usu.]
Either you pursue or push, O Sisyphus, the stone destined to keep rolling. [Lat., Aut petis aut urgues ruiturum, Sisyphe, saxum.]
Though strength be wanting, the will to action Merits praise.
Wine gives courage and makes men more apt for passion.
The rest of the crowd were friends of my fortune, not of me. [Lat., Caetera fortunae, non mea, turba fuit.]
Friendship is but a name, faith is an empty name. Alas, it is not safe to praise to a friend the object of your love; as soon as he believes your praises, he slips into your place.
Men do not value a good deed unless it brings a reward.
We two [Deucalion and Pyrrha, after the deluge] form a multitude. [Lat., Nos duo turba sumus.]
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The vulgar herd estimate friendship by its advantages.
[Lat., Vulgus amicitias utilitate probat.]
The vulgar herd estimate friendship by its advantages. [Lat., Vulgus amicitias utilitate probat.]
Do not lay on the multitude the blame that is due to a few.