The whole earth is the brave man's country. [Lat., Omne solum forti patria est.]

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never never allows us to forget that we belong to it. [Lat., Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine captos Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui.]

Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted death shall perish by his own plot. [Lat., Neque enim lex est aequior ulla, Quam necis artifices arte perire sua.]

That load becomes light which is cheerfully borne. [Lat., Leve fit quod bene fertur onus.]

The wounded gladiator forswears all fighting, but soon forgetting his former wound resumes his arms. [Lat., Saucius ejurat pugnam gladiator, et idem Immemor antiqui vulneris arma capit.]

A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands. [Lat., Tempore ducetur longo fortasse cicatrix; Horrent admotas vulnera cruda manus.]