As long as you are lucky, you will have many friends; if cloudy times appear, you will be alone. -Donec eris felix, multos numerabis amicos; tempora si fuerint nubila, solus eris

We suffer by our proximity. [Who get a blow intended for another.]

Time is a stream which glides smoothly on and is past before we know.

When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.

We two are to ourselves a crowd.

In an easy matter. Anybody can be eloquent.

Leave war to others; 'tis Protesilaus' part of love.