The Moral Sayings of Publius Syrus, a Roman Slave; From the Latin (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1856 edition. Excerpt: ... THE SAYINGS OF PUBLIUS SYRUS. (FBOM THE LATIN.) 1. As men, we are all equal in the presence of death. 2. The evil you do to others you may expect in return. 3. Allay the anger of your friend by kindness. 4. To dispute with a drunkard is to debate with an empty house. 5. Receive an injury rather than do one. 6. A trifling rumor may cause a great calamity. 7. To do two things at once is to do neither. 8. S A hasty judgment is a first step to a recantation. 9. Suspicion cleaves to the dark side of things. 10. To love one's wife with too much passion, is to be an adulterer. 11. Hard is it to correct the habit already formed. 12. A small loan makes a debtor; a great one, an enemy. (13) 13. Age conceals the lascivious character; age also reveals it.-14. "Bitter for a free man is the bondage of debt. 15. Even when we get what we wish, it is not ours. 16. 'We are interested in others, when they are interested in us. 17. "Every one excels in something in which another fails.. 18. Do not find your happiness in another's sorrow. 19. An angry lover tells himself many lies. 20. A lover, like a torch, burns the more fiercely the more he agitated. 21. y Lovers know what they want, but not what they need. 22. A lover's suspicions are a waking man's dreams. 23. There is no penalty attached to a lover's oath.' 24. The anger of lovers renews the strength of love. 25. A god could hardly love and be wise. 26., Love is youth's privilege, but an old man's shame. 27. If your parent is just, revere him; if not, bear with him. 28. If you cannot bear the faults of a friend, you make them your own because you have not the charity to correct them. 29. Be not blind to a friend's faults, nor hate him for them. 30. If you bear the faults of a friend, you make them...