[Greek: hô philoi oudeis philos]—He who has many friends 35 has no friends. Diogenes Laertius.
[Greek: ho phronimos to alypon diôkei ou to hêdy]—The aim of the wise man is not to secure pleasure, but to avoid pain. Arist.
O place and greatness, millions of false eyes / Are stuck upon thee! Volumes of report / Run with these false and most contrarious quests / Upon thy doings! thousand scapes of wit / Make thee the father of their idle dreams, / And rack thee in their fancies. Meas. for Meas., iv. 1.
O pudor! O pietas!—O modesty! O piety! Mart.
O purblind race of miserable men! / How many among us at this very hour / Do forge a lifelong trouble for ourselves, / By taking true for false, or false for true; / Here, thro' the feeble twilight of this world / Groping, how many, until we pass and reach / That other, where we see as we are seen! Tennyson.
O qualis facies et quali digna tabella!—Oh, 40 what a face and what a picture it would have been a subject for! Juv.
O quanta species cerebrum non habet!—Oh, that such beauty should be devoid of brains! Phædr.
O quantum in rebus inane!—Oh, what a void there is in things! Persius.
O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world / Shall so wear out to nought. King Lear, iv. 6.
O rus quando te aspiciam? quandoque licebit / Nunc veterum libris, nunc somno et inertibus horis / Ducere sollicitæ jucunda oblivia vitæ?—Oh, country, when shall I see thee, and when shall I be permitted to quaff a sweet oblivion of anxious life, now from the books of the ancients, now from sleep and idle hours? Hor.