Rock'd in the cradle of the deep, / I lay me down in peace to sleep. Emma Willard.
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd. Milton.
Rogner les ailes à quelqu'un—To clip one's wings. Fr.
Rogues are always found out in some way. 50 Whoever is a wolf will act as a wolf; that is the most certain of all things. La Fontaine.
Roi fainéant—A do-nothing king. Fr.
Roland for an Oliver, i.e., one audacity capped by a greater.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! / Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; / Man marks the earth with ruin,—his control / Stops with the shore. Byron.
Roma locuta est; causa finita est—Rome has spoken; the case is at an end.
Romæ rus optas, absentem rusticus urbem / 55 Tollis ad astra levis—At Rome you pine unsettled for the country, in the country you laud the distant city to the skies. Hor.
Romæ Tibur amem, ventosus, Tibure Romam—Fickle as the wind, I love Tibur when at Rome, and Rome when at Tibur. Hor.