Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero)

Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings,
Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:
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Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings,
Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:
Live so, my Love, that when death shall come,
Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.

I am of the opinion which you have always held, that "viva voce"
voting at elections is the best read more

I am of the opinion which you have always held, that "viva voce"
voting at elections is the best method.
[Lat., Nam ego in ista sum sententia, qua te fuisse semper scio,
nihil ut feurit in suffragiis voce melius.]

Mental stains can not be removed by time, nor washed away by any
waters.
[Lat., Animi labes nec read more

Mental stains can not be removed by time, nor washed away by any
waters.
[Lat., Animi labes nec diuturnitate vanescere nec omnibus ullis
elui potest.]

There is no praise in being upright, where no one can, or tries
to corrupt you.
[Lat., Nulla read more

There is no praise in being upright, where no one can, or tries
to corrupt you.
[Lat., Nulla est laus ibi esse integrum, ubi nemo est, qui aut
possit aut conetur rumpere.]

We think a happy life consists in tranquility of mind.
[Lat., In animi securitate vitam beatam ponimus.]

We think a happy life consists in tranquility of mind.
[Lat., In animi securitate vitam beatam ponimus.]