Juvenal (Decimus Junius Juvenal)

Satire is what closes Saturday night.

Satire is what closes Saturday night.

And though you duck them ne'er so long,
Not one salt drop e'er wets their tongue;
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And though you duck them ne'er so long,
Not one salt drop e'er wets their tongue;
On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly,
While virtuous actions are but borne to die.

Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not
exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion read more

Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not
exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion to the blow he has
received.
[Lat., Ponamus nimios gemitus: flagrantior aequo
Non debet dolor esse viri, nec vulnere major.]

Fond man! though all the heroes of your line
Bedeck your halls, and round your galleries shine
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Fond man! though all the heroes of your line
Bedeck your halls, and round your galleries shine
In proud display; yet take this truth from me--
Virtue alone is true nobility!

You are not to do evil that good may come of it.
[Lat., Non faciat malum, ut inde veniat read more

You are not to do evil that good may come of it.
[Lat., Non faciat malum, ut inde veniat bonum.]