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- Tacitumque a principe vulgus
dissidet, et, qui mos populis, venturus amatur.
- The crowd is at silent odds with the prince. As is the way of a populace, the man of the future is the favourite.
- Bk. 1, line 169
- Exedere animum dolor iraque demens
et, qua non gravior mortalibus addita curis,
spes, ubi longa venit.
- Grief and mad wrath devoured his soul, and hope, heaviest of mortal cares when long deferred.
- Bk. 2, line 319
- Non parcit populis regnum breve.
- A brief reign spares not the folk.
- Bk. 2, line 446
- O caeca nocentum
consilia! o semper timidum scelus!
- Blind counsels of the wicked! Crime cowardly ever!
- Bk. 2, line 489
- Pessimus in dubiis augur, timor.
- Fear (in times of doubt the worst of prophets) revolves many things.
- Bk. 3, line 6
- Quid crastina volveret aetas
scire nefas homini.
- What the morrow's years might bring 'twas sin for man to know.
- Bk. 3, line 562
- Primus in orbe deos fecit timor.
- Fear first made gods in the world.
- Bk. 3, line 661
- These words also appear in a fragmentary poem attributed to Petronius.
- Omne homini natale solum.
- Every soil is natal to man.
- Bk. 7, line 320
- Variant translation: The whole world is a man's birthplace.
- Da spatium tenuemque moram, male cuncta ministrat
- Give time, a little delay; impulse is ever a bad servant.
- Bk. 10, line 704
- Mirantur taciti et dubio pro fulmine pallent.
- They wonder in silence and turn pale for the dubious thunderbolt.
- Bk. 10, line 920
- Qui bona fide deos colit amat et sacerdotes.
- Whoever worships the gods in good faith, loves their priests too.
- Book V, Preface, line 10
- Sic auferre rogis umbram conatur et ingens
certamen cum Morte gerit, curasque fatigat
artificum inque omni te quaerit amare metallo.
Sed mortalis honos, agilis quem dextra laborat.
- So does he strive to rescue your shade from the pyre and wages a mighty contest with Death, wearying the efforts of artists and seeking to love you in every material. But beauty created by toil of cunning hand is mortal.
- Book V, 1, line 7
- Nec frons triste rigens nimiusque in moribus horror
sed simplex hilarisque fides et mixta pudori
- Yet no stiff and frowning face was hers, no undue austerity in her manners, but gay and simple loyalty, charm blended with modesty.
- Book V, 1, line 64