Maxioms by Marcus Valerius Martial
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of
Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to read more
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of
Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine,
Sabellus, not to bathe.
A fisherman's walk: three steps and overboard.
A fisherman's walk: three steps and overboard.
To-morrow you will live, you always cry;
In what fair country does this morrow lie,
That 'tis read more
To-morrow you will live, you always cry;
In what fair country does this morrow lie,
That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive?
Beyond the Indies does this morrow live?
'Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear
'Twill be both very old and very dear.
"To-morrow I will live," the fool does say:
To-day itself's too late;--the wise lived yesterday.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it:
Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it:
Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
When Fannius from his foe did fly
Himself with his own hands he slew;
Who e'er a read more
When Fannius from his foe did fly
Himself with his own hands he slew;
Who e'er a greater madness knew?
Life to destroy for fear to die.