Maxioms by Horace (quintus Horatius Flaccus)
Mad in the judgment of the mob, sane, perhaps, in yours.
[Lat., Demens
Judicio vulgi, sanus fortasse read more
Mad in the judgment of the mob, sane, perhaps, in yours.
[Lat., Demens
Judicio vulgi, sanus fortasse tuo.]
The more a man denies himself, the more he shall receive from
heaven. Naked, I seek the camp of read more
The more a man denies himself, the more he shall receive from
heaven. Naked, I seek the camp of those who covet nothing.
[Lat., Quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit,
A dis plura feret. Nil cupientium
Nudus castra peto.]
What advice you give, be short.
[Lat., Quidquid praecipies esto brevis.]
What advice you give, be short.
[Lat., Quidquid praecipies esto brevis.]
Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
[Lat., Quo me cumque rapit tempestas deferor hospes.]
Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
[Lat., Quo me cumque rapit tempestas deferor hospes.]
Noble descent and worth, unless united with wealth, are esteemed
no more than seaweed.
[Lat., Et genus et read more
Noble descent and worth, unless united with wealth, are esteemed
no more than seaweed.
[Lat., Et genus et virtus, nisi cum re, vilior alga est.]
