Maxioms by Virgil Or Vergil (publius Virgilius Maro Vergil)
E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain
Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain,
Oft have read more
E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain
Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain,
Oft have I seen the war of winds contend,
And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend,
Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn,
The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne,
As light straw and rapid stubble fly
In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.
What region of the earth is not full of our calamities?
[Lat., Quae regio in terris nostri non plena read more
What region of the earth is not full of our calamities?
[Lat., Quae regio in terris nostri non plena laboris.]
Happy the man who has been able to learn the causes of things.
[Lat., Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere read more
Happy the man who has been able to learn the causes of things.
[Lat., Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas.]
They are able because they think they are able.
[Lat., Possunt quia posse videntur.]
They are able because they think they are able.
[Lat., Possunt quia posse videntur.]
He follows his father with unequal steps.
[Lat., Sequiturque patrem non passibus aequis.]
He follows his father with unequal steps.
[Lat., Sequiturque patrem non passibus aequis.]
