Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero)

At whose sight, like the sun,
All others with diminish'd lustre shone.

At whose sight, like the sun,
All others with diminish'd lustre shone.

You must therefore love me, myself, and not my circumstances, if
we are to be real friends.

You must therefore love me, myself, and not my circumstances, if
we are to be real friends.

There is no treasure the which may be compared unto a faithful
friend;
Gold some decayeth, and worldly read more

There is no treasure the which may be compared unto a faithful
friend;
Gold some decayeth, and worldly wealth consumeth, and wasteth in
the winde;
But love once planted in a perfect and pure minde indureth weale
and woe;
The frownes of fortune, come they never so unkinde, cannot the
same overthrowe.
- edited by John Payne Collier,

The diseases of the mind are more and more destructive than those
of the body.
[Lat., Morbi perniciores read more

The diseases of the mind are more and more destructive than those
of the body.
[Lat., Morbi perniciores pluresque animi quam corporis.]

The rabble estimate few things according to their real value,
most things according to their prejudices.
[Lat., Vulgus read more

The rabble estimate few things according to their real value,
most things according to their prejudices.
[Lat., Vulgus ex veritate pauca, ex opinione multa aestimat.]