Maxioms by 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.
The consciousness of good intention is the greatest solace of
misfortunes.
[Lat., Conscientia rectae voluntatis maxima consolatio est read more
The consciousness of good intention is the greatest solace of
misfortunes.
[Lat., Conscientia rectae voluntatis maxima consolatio est rerum
incommodarum.]
Habit is, as it were, a second nature.
[Lat., Consuetudo quasi altera natura effici.]
Habit is, as it were, a second nature.
[Lat., Consuetudo quasi altera natura effici.]
His deeds do not agree with his words.
[Lat., Facta ejus cum dictis discrepant.]
His deeds do not agree with his words.
[Lat., Facta ejus cum dictis discrepant.]
The more virtuous any man is, the less easily does he suspect
others to be vicious.
[Lat., Nam read more
The more virtuous any man is, the less easily does he suspect
others to be vicious.
[Lat., Nam ut quisque est vir optimus, ita difficillime esse
alios improbos suspicatur.]
