Maxioms by Ovid (publius Ovidius Naso)
Mad desire, when it has the most, longs for more.
Mad desire, when it has the most, longs for more.
Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never
never allows us to forget that we belong to read more
Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never
never allows us to forget that we belong to it.
[Lat., Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine captos
Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui.]
I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.
I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.
To wish for death is a coward's part.
[Lat., Timidi est optare necem.]
To wish for death is a coward's part.
[Lat., Timidi est optare necem.]
It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave
fault to speak of matters read more
It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave
fault to speak of matters on which we should be silent.
