Maxioms by Marcus Valerius Martial
Work divided is in that manner shortened.
[Lat., Divisum sic breve fiet opus.]
Work divided is in that manner shortened.
[Lat., Divisum sic breve fiet opus.]
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
[Lat., Illa dolet vere qui sine teste dolet.]
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
[Lat., Illa dolet vere qui sine teste dolet.]
A beau is one who arranges his curled locks gracefully, who ever
smells of balm, and cinnamon; who hums read more
A beau is one who arranges his curled locks gracefully, who ever
smells of balm, and cinnamon; who hums the songs of the Nile, and
Cadiz; who throws his sleek arms into various attitudes; who
idles away the whole day among the chair of the ladies, and is
ever whispering into some one's ear; who reads little billets-
doux from this quarter and that, and writes them in return; who
avoids ruffling his dress by contact with his neighbour's sleeve,
who knows with whom everybody is in love; who flutters from feast
to feast, who can recount exactly the pedigree of Hirpinus. What
do you tell me? is this a beau, Cotilus? Then a beau, Cotilus,
is a very trifling thing.
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.
Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.
[Lat., Cineri gloria sera est.]
Glory paid to our ashes comes too late.
[Lat., Cineri gloria sera est.]
