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THE SAYINGS OF PUBLIUS SYRUS. 11 Death laughs when old women frolic.

Woman becomes good, when she is openly wicked.

When the tree has fallen, any one can cut wood.

Tension weakens the bow; the want of it, the mind.

Art avails nothing, when chance determines the issue.

Keep a sharp watch where you would not lose.

Excessive severity misses its own aim.

Audacity augments courage; hesitation, fear.

If you cannot become a harper, become a pier.

When Gold argues the cause, eloquence is impotent.

Woman loves or hates: she knows no middle course.

Concert of action renders slight aid efficient.

What greater evil could you wish a miser, than long life?

You can easily get the better of Avarice, if you are not avari -cious yourself.

Money does not sate Avarice, but stimulates it.