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WHAT IS YOURS IS MINE.

Trinum. ii. 2. 47.

Quod tuum'st, meum'st: omne meum est autem tuum. For what is yours is mine, and mine is yours.

THE WISE MAN.

Trinum. ii. 2. 82.

Sapiens quidem pol ipse fingit fortunam sibi.
Eo ne multa, quæ nevolt, eveniunt, nisi fictor malu'st.

A wise man is the maker

Of his own fortune, and except he prove
A bungling workman, little can befal him
Which he would wish to change.

EAT ONE'S CAKE AND HAVE IT.
Trinum. ii. 4. 12.

Non tibi illud apparere, si sumas, potest,
Nisi tu immortale rere esse argentum tibi.
Sero atque stulte, prius quod cautum oportuit,
Postquam comedit rem, post rationem putat.

You cannot eat your cake and have it too,
Unless you think your money is immortal.
The fool too late, his substance eaten up,
Reckons the cost.

BEST WISHES.

Trinum. ii. 4. 38.

Nequam illud verbum'st, Bene vult, nisi qui benefacit.
Best wishes! What avails that phrase, unless
Best services attend them.

WILD OATS.

Trinum. ii. 4. 128.

Post id, frumenti quum alibi messis maxima'st,
Tribus tantis illi minus reddit, quam obseveris.
Hem istic oportet obseri mores malos,

Si in obserendo possint interfieri.

When that the harvest promises most fair,

They gather in thrice less than what was sown.
Nay! then methinks it were a proper place

For men to sow their wild oats, where they would not
Spring up.

LOVE.

Trinum, iii. 2. 42.

Ita est amor, balista ut jacitur: nihil sic celer est, neque volat.

Atque is mores hominum moros et morosos efficit.

Minus placet, magis quod suadetur: quod dissuadetur placet.

Cum inopia'st, cupias: quando ejus copia'st, tum non velis. Ille qui aspellit, is compellit: ille qui consuadet, vetat. Insanum est malum in hospitium devorti ad Cupidinem.

It is with love

As with a stone whirled from a sling: it flies,
Nothing so quick. Love makes a man a fool,
Hard to be pleased. What you'd persuade him to,
He likes not, and embraces that from which

You would dissuade him. What there is lack of,
That will he covet; when 'tis in his power,
He'll none on't. Whoso bids him to avoid

A thing, invites him to it; interdicts,

Who recommends it. 'Tis the height of madness
Ever to take up your abode with love.

RELATIONS.

Trinum. iii. 2. 58.

Numquam erit alienis gravis, qui suis se concinnat levem.
Who bears him gently to his own relations,
Will ne'er shew hard to others.

THE POOR.

Trinum. iv. 1. 11.

Hoc diis dignum'st, semper mendicis modesti sint.

"Tis worthy of the gods to have respect

Unto the poor.

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Nunquam ædepol temere tinnit tintinnabulum: Nisi quis illud tractat, aut movet, mutum est, tacet.

The bell doth never

Clink of itself: unhandled and unmoved,
"Tis dumb.

LENDERS.

Trinum. iv. 3. 43.

Si quis mutuum quid dederit, sit pro proprio perditum.
Cum repetas, inimicum amicum beneficio invenis tuo.
Si mage exigere cupias, duarum rerum exoritur optio:
Vel illud, quod credideris, perdas, vel illum amicum amiseris.
What you lend is lost;

And when you ask it of your friend again,

You make that friend your enemy by your kindness.
Still would you press him further, of two things
You have the choice-either to lose your loan,

Or lose your friend.

COAT NEARER THAN CLOAK.

Trinum. v. 2. 30.

Tunica propior pallio est.

My coat,

Dear sir, is nearer to me than my cloak.

MOTE IN OUR OWN EYE.

Trucul. i. 2. 58.

Quia, qui alterum incusat probri, eum ipsum se intueri oportet.

Because those, who twit others with their faults,
Should look at home.

THE HEART.

Trucul. i. 2. 76.

In melle sunt linguæ sitæ vostræ, atque orationes,
Lacteque; corda felle sunt lita, atque acerbo aceto.
Linguis dicta dulcia datis, corde amara facitis,
Amantes, si quî dent non habent.

Your tongues drop milk and honey,
Your hearts are steep'd in gall and vinegar,
You give us sugar'd words; but then gallants,
When sparing of their purse, do better deeds.

WOMAN.

Trucul. ii. 5. 12.

Male quod mulier facere incepit, nisi id efficere perpetrat,
Id illi morbo, id illi senio est, et illi miseræ miseria'st.
Si bene facere incepit, ejus eam cito odium percipit,
Nimis quam paucæ sunt defessæ, male quæ facere occœ-
perunt :

Nimis quam paucæ efficiunt, si quid occœperint bene facere.
Mulieri nimio male facere melius est onus, quam bene.
Whene'er a woman once begins a fraud,
Unless she perfects it, she 'll find it pain
And grief and misery. If a good work
She takes in hand, how soon will she be weary!
But few indeed are tired with acting wrong,
And fewer persevere in acting right.

A woman finds it a much easier task

To do an evil than a virtuous deed.

SEEING IS BELIEVING.

Trucul. ii. 6. 8.

Pluris est oculatus testis unus, quam auriti decem. Qui audiunt, audita dicunt: qui vident, plane sciunt. One eye-witness weighs

More than ten hear-says. Seeing is believing,

All the world over.

VALOUR.

Trucul. ii. 6. 12.

Strenui nimio plus prosunt populo quam arguti, et cati. Facile sibi facunditatem virtus argutam invenit.

The valiant profit more

Their country than the finest, cleverest speakers.
Valour once known will soon find eloquence
To trumpet forth her praise.

ENVY.

Trucul. iv. 2. 31.

Invidere alii bene esse, tibi male esse, miseria est.
Qui invident, egent: illi quibus invidetur, rem habent.
To see another

Happy, is pain and misery to you.

Who envies, pines in poverty and want,

While the objects of his spleen abound in wealth.

TO KICK AGAINST THE PRICKS.
Trucul. iv. 2. 54.

Si stimulos pugnis cædis, manibus plus dolet ;
De nihilo illi est irasci, quæ te non flocci facit.
A goad will feel the smart. To vent your rage
Against her, who does not care a straw, is folly.

THE WEAKEST GOES TO THE WALL.
Trucul. iv. 3. 39.

Plus potest, qui plus valet.

Why, the weakest always goes to the wall.

THE MOUSE.

Trucul. iv. 4. 15.

Cogitato, mus pusillus quam sit sapiens bestia,
Etatem qui uni cubili nunquam committit suam :
Quia si unum ostium obsideatur, aliud perfugium gerit.
But ne'ertheless reflect, the little mouse,
How sage a brute it is! who never trusts
Its safety to one hole; for when it finds
One entrance is block'd up, it has secure
Some other outlet.

No GOOD UNMIXED.

Merc. i. 2. 34.

Dic mihi, an boni quid usquam est, quod quisquam uti possiet

Sine malo omni, aut ne laborem capias, cum illo uti voles ?

Was ever good without some little ills?
And would lose the first to miss the last?

EVERYTHING AWRY.

Merc. ii. 3. 1.

Homo me miserior nullus est æque, opinor,
Neque adversa cui sint plura sempiterna.
Satin' quicquid est, ut, quam rem agere occœpi,
Proprium nequit mihi evenire quod cupio?
Ita mihi mala res objicitur aliqua,

Bonum quæ meum comprimit consilium.

Never, I verily believe, was man
So miserable as myself, so cross'd.

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