Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)

Those graceful groves that shade the plain,
Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main,
And flattens, as read more

Those graceful groves that shade the plain,
Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main,
And flattens, as he runs, the fair campagne.

A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but
wounds which are raw shudder at the touch read more

A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but
wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands.
[Lat., Tempore ducetur longo fortasse cicatrix;
Horrent admotas vulnera cruda manus.]

All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall
with a sudden crash.
[Lat., Omnia sunt read more

All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall
with a sudden crash.
[Lat., Omnia sunt hominum tenui pendentia filo:
Et subito casu, quae valuere, ruunt.]

We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few
love what they may have.
[Lat., read more

We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few
love what they may have.
[Lat., Quicquid servatur, cupimus magis: ipsaque furem
Cura vocat. Pauci, quod sinit alter, amant.]

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.]