Mighty events turn on a straw; the crossing 15 of a brook decides the conquest of the world. Carlyle.
Migravit ab aure voluptas / Omnis—All pleasure has fled from the ear, (dumb show having taken the place of dialogue on the stage). Hor.
Mihi est propositum in taberna mori—I purpose to end my days in an inn.
Mihi forsan, tibi quod negarit, / Porriget hora—The hour will perhaps extend to me what it has denied to you. Hor.
Mihi istic nec seritur nec metitur—There is neither sowing nor reaping in that affair for my benefit. Plaut.
Mihi res, non me rebus, subjungere conor—My 20 aim is to subject circumstances to me, and not myself to them. Hor.
Mihi tarda fluunt ingrataque tempora—For me the time passes slowly and joyously away. Hor.
Mildness governs more than anger. Pr.
Militat omnis amans—Every lover is engaged in a war. Ovid.
Militiæ species amor est—Love is a kind of warfare. Ovid.