Maxioms by Horace (quintus Horatius Flaccus)
He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.
[Lat., Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.]
He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.
[Lat., Delphinum sylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.]
I am not what I once was.
[Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]
I am not what I once was.
[Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]
The sorrowful dislike the gay, and the gay the sorrowful.
[Lat., Oderunt hilarem tristes tristemque jocosi.]
The sorrowful dislike the gay, and the gay the sorrowful.
[Lat., Oderunt hilarem tristes tristemque jocosi.]
Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of
corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold read more
Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of
corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
[Lat., Millia frumenti tua triverit area centum.
Non tuus hinc capiet venter plus ac meus.]
Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.
[Lat., Quisnam igitur sanus? Qui non stultus.]
Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.
[Lat., Quisnam igitur sanus? Qui non stultus.]
