=Cura facit canos=--Care brings grey hairs. _Pr._
=Cura pii dis sunt, et qui coluere, coluntur=--The pious-hearted are cared for by the gods, and they who reverence them are reverenced. _Ovid._
=Cura ut valeas=--Take care that you keep well. _Cic._
=Curiosa felicitas=--Studied felicity of thought or 40 of style.
=Curiosis fabricavit inferos=--He fashioned hell for the inquisitive. _St. Augustine._
=Curiosity is a desire to know why and how; such as is in no living creature but man.= _Hobbes._
=Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.= _Emerson._
=Curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery.= _Victor Hugo._
=Curiosity is the direct incontinency of the spirit.= 45 =Knock, therefore, at the door before you enter on your neighbour's privacy; and remember that there is no difference between entering into his house and looking into it.= _Jeremy Taylor._
=Curiosity is the kernel of the forbidden fruit.= _Fuller._
=Curiosus nemo est, quin idem sit malevolus=--Nobody is inquisitive about you who does not also bear you ill-will. _Plaut._
=Curious to think how, for every man, any the truest fact is modelled by the nature of the man.= _Carlyle._
=Cursed be the social ties that warp us from= 50 =the living truth.= _Tennyson._
=Curse on all laws but those which love has made.= _Pope._
=Curses always recoil on the head of him who imprecates them. If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.= _Emerson._
=Curses are like chickens; they always return home.= _Pr._
=Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.= _Macb._, v. 3.
=Curst be the man, the poorest wretch in life, / The crouching vassal to the tyrant wife, / Who has no will but by her high permission; / Who has not sixpence but in her possession; / Who must to her his dear friend's secret tell; / Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell. / Were such the wife had fallen to my part, / I'd break her spirit or I'd break her heart.= _Burns._
=Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, / That tends to make one worthy man my foe, / Give virtue scandal, innocence a fear, / Or from the soft-ey'd virgin steal a tear.= _Pope._
=Curs'd merchandise, where life is sold, / And avarice consents to starve for gold.= _Rowe from Lucan._