Consuetudo consuetudine vincitur.
Habit is overcome by habit.
Small habits, well pursued betimes,
May reach the dignity of crimes.
Sow an action, reap a habit.
Nil consuetudine majus.
Nothing is stronger than habit.
Abeunt studia in mores.
Pursuits become habits.
Morem fecerat usus.
Habit had made the custom.
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,
As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Frangas enim citius quam corrigas quæ in
pravum induerunt.
Where evil habits are once settled, they are more easily broken than mended.
Sow an act and you reap a habit. Sow a habit
and you reap a character. Sow a character and
you reap a destiny.
Consuetudo natura potentior est.
Habit is stronger than nature.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns.
Vulpem pilum mutare, non mores.
The fox changes his skin but not his habits.
Inepta hasc esse, nos quse facimus sentio;
Verum quid facias? ut homo est, ita morem geras.
I perceive that the things that we do are silly; but what can one do? According to men's habits and dispositions, so one must yield to them.
Quam multa injusta ac prava fiunt moribus!
How many unjust and wicked things are done from mere habit.
In ways and thoughts of weakness and of wrong,
Threads turn to cords, and cords to cables strong.
HAIR (See also Barber)
And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair
Has led and turned me by a single hair.
His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too—what's
become of all the gold
Used to hang and brush their bosoms?
And though it be a two-foot trout,
'Tis with a single hair pulled out.
Those curious locks so aptly twin'd,
Whose every hair a soul doth bind.
Stultum est in luctu capillum sibi evellere,
quasi calvitio masror levaretur.
It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.
Within the midnight of her hair,
Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.
His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds freakish youth,
But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.
Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
When you see fair hair
Be pitiful.
