Our sires' age was worse than our grandsires'. We their sons are more worthless than they: so in our turn we shall give the world a progeny yet more corrupt.
Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt. (They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)
Enjoy the present day, as distrusting that which is to follow.
Captive Greece took captive her savage conqueror.
I have erected amonument more lasting than bronze.
Either a peaceful old age awaits me, or death flies round me with black wings. [Lat., Seu me tranquilla senectus Exspectat, seu mors atris circumvolat alis.]
We get blows and return them.
Not even for an hour can you bear to be alone, nor can you advantageously apply your leisure time, but you endeavor, a fugitive and wanderer, to escape from yourself, now vainly seeking to banish remorse by wine, and now by sleep; but the gloomy companion presses on you, and pursues you as you fly.
Boys must not have th' ambitious care of men, Nor men the weak anxieties of age.
Anger is a short madness.
Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday's excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.
Ye who write, choose a subject suited to your abilities. [Lat., Sumite materiam vestris, qui scribitis, aequam Viribus.]
Let it (what you have written) be kept back until the ninth year. [Lat., Nonumque prematur in annum.]
There are faults we would fain pardon.
The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for country life.
Often turn the stile [correct with care], if you expect to write anything worthy of being read twice. [Lat., Saepe stilum vertas, iterum quae digna legi sint Scripturus.]
Believe it, future generations.
The foolish are like ripples on water, For whatsoever they do is quickly effaced; But the righteous are like carvings upon stone, For their smallest act is durable.
One musts avoid that wicked temptress, Laziness.
The brave are born from the brave and good. In steers and in horses is to be found the excellence of their sire; nor do savage eagles produce a peaceful dove.
Many heroes lived before Agamemnon; but all are unknown and unwept, extinguished in everlasting night, because they have no spirited chronicler.
The mad is either insane or he is composing verses.
Painters and poets have equal license in regard to everything.
The Cadiz tribe, not used to bearing our yoke.
The cook cares not a bit for toil, toil, if the fowl be plump and fat
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