A decent boldness ever meets with friends.

And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

Two urns on Jove's high throne have ever stood, the source of evil one, and one of good; from thence the cup of mortal man he fills, blessings to these, to those distributes ills; to most he mingles both.

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.

Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.

Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.

A decent boldness ever meets with friends.

In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.

Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.

A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.

Light is the task where many share the toil.

How vain, without the merit, is the name.

To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.

For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.

It is not good to have a rule of many.

The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.

Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.

Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.

Be generous in the bedroom. Share your sandwich.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

Were goin bowling. If we dont come back avenge our deaths.

A little child born yesterday a thing on mothers milk and kisses fed.

Be still my heart thou hast known worse than this.

I discovered a meal between breakfast and brunch.

A companions words of persuasion are effective.

Far from the gay cities and the ways of men.

The worst cowards banded together have their power.

The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend as to find a friend worth dying for.

Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor.

Yet taught by time my heart has learned to glow for others good and melt at others woe.

For rarely are sons similar to their fathers most are worse and a few are better than their fathers.

I didnt lie I just created fiction with my mouth

The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.

Thou shalt not take moochers into thy hut

It is equally offensive to speed a guest who would like to stay and to detain one who is anxious to leave.

Hunger is insolent and will be fed.

Too many kings can ruin an army