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.

To disregard what the world thinks of us is not only arrogant but
utterly shameless.
[Lat., Negligere quid read more

To disregard what the world thinks of us is not only arrogant but
utterly shameless.
[Lat., Negligere quid de se quisque sentiat, non solum arrogantis
est, sed etiam omnino dissoluti.]

Like, according to the old proverb, naturally goes with like.
[Lat., Pares autem vetere proverbio, cum paribus facillime
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Like, according to the old proverb, naturally goes with like.
[Lat., Pares autem vetere proverbio, cum paribus facillime
congregantur.]

Prudence is the knowledge of things to be sought, and those to be
shunned.

Prudence is the knowledge of things to be sought, and those to be
shunned.

It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief
could be assuaged by baldness.
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It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief
could be assuaged by baldness.
[Lat., Stultum est in luctu capillum sibi evellere, quasi calvito
maeror levaretur.]