Maxioms by Horace (quintus Horatius Flaccus)
The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she
enthrones him in the heavens.
[Lat., Dignum read more
The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she
enthrones him in the heavens.
[Lat., Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori;
Coelo Musa beat.]
You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for
hide, . . . a hog from Epicurus' herd.
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You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for
hide, . . . a hog from Epicurus' herd.
[Lat., Me pinguem et nitidum bene curata cute vises,
. . . Epicuri de grege porcum.]
Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we would storm
heaven itself in our folly.
[Lat., read more
Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we would storm
heaven itself in our folly.
[Lat., Nil mortalibus arduum est:
Coelum ipsum petimus stultitia.]
I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy
den, and none returning.
[Lat., Quia ne read more
I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy
den, and none returning.
[Lat., Quia ne vestigia terrent
Omnia te adversum spectantia, nulla retrosum.]
