Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.
It is a comfort to the unfortunate to have companions in woe.
It takes two for a kiss
Only one for a sigh,
Twain by twain we marry
One by one we die.
Joy is a partnership,
Grief weeps alone,
Many guests had Cana;
Gethsemane but one.
It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
Two i's company, three i's trumpery.
Male voli solatii genus est turbu miserorum.
A crowd of fellow-sufferers is a miserable kind of comfort.
Ante, inquit, circumspiciendum est, cum quibos edas et bibas, quam quid edas et bibas.
[Epicurus] says that you should rather have regard to the company with whom you eat and drink, than to what you eat and drink.
Nullius boni sine sociis jucunda possessio est.
No possession is gratifying without a companion..
How is it less or worse
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war?
CorioJanus. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 49.
No blast of air or fire of sun
Puts out the light whereby we run
With girdled loins our lamplit race,
And each from each takes heart of grace
And spirit till his turn be done.
Comes jucundus in via pro vehiculo est.
A pleasant companion on a journey is as good as a carriage.
Join the company of lions rather than assume the lead among foxes.
COMPARISONS
How God ever brings like to like.
Defining night by darkness, death by dust.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. Water and Wood.
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Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains
The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. A Ruined Temple.
Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
Draw we here a parallel!
She, like thee, was forced to bear
All reflections, foul or fair.
Thou art deep and bright within,
Depths as bright belong'd to Gwynne;
Thou art very frail as well,
Frail as flesh is,—so was Nell.
L. Blanchard—Nell Gwynne's Looking Glass.
St. 1.
Comparisons are odious.
Not worthy to carry the buckler unto him.
Sir Thomas Browne—Religio Medici. Pt. I. Sec. 21.
It's wiser being good than bad;
It's safer being meek than fierce:
It's fitter being sane than mad.
My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;
That, after Last, returns the First,
Though a wide compass round be fetched;
That what began best, can't end worst,
Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst.
Robert Browning—Apparent Failure. VII.
It has all the contortions of the sibyl without
the inspiration.
Burke—Prior's Life of Burke.
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I must needs say comparisons are odd. Burns—Brigs of Ayr. L. 177.
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