Plautus (Titus Maccius Plautus)

Woe to the vanquished!
[Lat., Vae victis.]

Woe to the vanquished!
[Lat., Vae victis.]

I suspect that hunger was my mother.
[Lat., Famem fuisse suspicor matrem mihi.]

I suspect that hunger was my mother.
[Lat., Famem fuisse suspicor matrem mihi.]

You love a nothing when you love an ingrate.
[Lat., Nihil amas, cum ingratum amas.]

You love a nothing when you love an ingrate.
[Lat., Nihil amas, cum ingratum amas.]

A man of three letters, " F U R."

A man of three letters, " F U R."

The Bell never rings of itself; unless some one handles or moves
it it is dumb.
[Lat., Nunquam read more

The Bell never rings of itself; unless some one handles or moves
it it is dumb.
[Lat., Nunquam aedepol temere tinniit tintinnabulum;
Nisi quis illud tractat aut movet, mutum est, tacet.]