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Keep what goods the Gods provide you. PLAUTUS-Rudens. Act IV. Sc. 8. RILEY'S trans.

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Dum homo est infirmus, tunc deos, tunc hominem esse se meminit: invidet nemini, neminem miratur, neminem despicit, ac ne sermonibus quidem malignis aut attendit, aut alitur.

When a man is laboring under the pain of any distemper, it is then that he recollects there are gods, and that he himself is but a man; no mortal is then the object of his envy, his admiration, or his contempt, and having no malice to gratify, the tales of slander excite not his attention.

PLINY THE YOUNGER-Epistles. VII. 26.

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Atlas, we read in ancient song,
Was so exceeding tall and strong,
He bore the skies upon his back,
Just as the pedler does his pack;
But, as the pedler overpress'd
Unloads upon a stall to rest,
Or, when he can no longer stand,
Desires a friend to lend a hand,
So Atlas, lest the ponderous spheres
Should sink, and fall about his ears,
Got Hercules to bear the pile,
That he might sit and rest awhile.
SWIFT-Atlas; or, the Minister of State.

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Volente Deo.

The god so willing.

VERGIL Eneid. I. 303.

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Incessu patuit Dea.

By her gait the goddess was known. VERGIL Eneid. I. 405.

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Heu nihil invitis fas quemquam fidere divis.

Alas! it is not well for anyone to be confident when the gods are adverse.

VERGIL Eneid. II. 402.

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Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me,
Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold;
For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 79.

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Commerce has set the mark of selfishness,
The signet of its all-enslaving power
Upon a shining ore, and called it gold;
Before whose image bow the vulgar great,

The vainly rich, the miserable proud,

The mob of peasants, nobles, priests, and kings,
And with blind feelings reverence the power

That grinds them to the dust of misery.
But in the temple of their hireling hearts
Gold is a living god, and rules in scorn
All earthly things but virtue.

SH LLEY Queen Mab. Pt. V. St. 4.

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