Custom is second nature.
[Lat., Consuetudo est secunda natura.]

Custom is second nature.
[Lat., Consuetudo est secunda natura.]

Think you if Laura had been Petrarch's wife
He would have written sonnets all his life?

Think you if Laura had been Petrarch's wife
He would have written sonnets all his life?

Everyone puts his fault on the Times.

Everyone puts his fault on the Times.

Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise.

Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise.

The morning Sunne never lasts a day.

The morning Sunne never lasts a day.

What loss feels he that wots not what he loses?

What loss feels he that wots not what he loses?

Compound for sins they are inclined to,
By damning those they have no mind to.

Compound for sins they are inclined to,
By damning those they have no mind to.

Time rolls on, and we grow old with silent years.

Time rolls on, and we grow old with silent years.

He who desires to become rich, wishes to become so as quickly as
possible.

He who desires to become rich, wishes to become so as quickly as
possible.