Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero)

Like lips like lettuce (i.e. like has met its like).
(Lat., Similem habent labra lactucam.]

Like lips like lettuce (i.e. like has met its like).
(Lat., Similem habent labra lactucam.]

A friend is, as it were, a second self.
[Lat., Amicus est tanquam alter idem.]

A friend is, as it were, a second self.
[Lat., Amicus est tanquam alter idem.]

Man is his own worst enemy.
[Lat., Nihil inimicius quam sibi ipse.]

Man is his own worst enemy.
[Lat., Nihil inimicius quam sibi ipse.]

Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings,
Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:
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Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings,
Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:
Live so, my Love, that when death shall come,
Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.

Let our friends perish, provided that our enemies fall at the
same time.
[Lat., Pereant amici, dum una read more

Let our friends perish, provided that our enemies fall at the
same time.
[Lat., Pereant amici, dum una inimici intercidant.]