Plautus (Titus Maccius Plautus)

In time of sickness the soul collects itself anew.

In time of sickness the soul collects itself anew.

Give assistance, and receive thanks lighter than a feather:
injure a man, and his wrath will be like lead.

Give assistance, and receive thanks lighter than a feather:
injure a man, and his wrath will be like lead.

For enemies carry about slander not in the form in which it took
its rise. . . . The read more

For enemies carry about slander not in the form in which it took
its rise. . . . The scandal of men is everlasting; even then does
it survive when you would suppose it to be dead.

You will stir up the hornets.
[Lat., Irritabis crabones.]

You will stir up the hornets.
[Lat., Irritabis crabones.]

I count him lost, who is lost to shame.
[Lat., Nam ego illum periisse duco, cui quidem periit pudor.]

I count him lost, who is lost to shame.
[Lat., Nam ego illum periisse duco, cui quidem periit pudor.]