I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.
If I can not bend Heaven, I shall move Hell.
Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.
That man is the most loyal who aims at the noblest motive, and that motive the public good.
Roman, remember that you shall rule the nations by your authority, for this is to be your skill, to make peace the custom, to spare the conquered, and to wage war until the haughty are brought low.
A shifty, fickle object is woman, always. (Varium et mutabile semper femina.)
Happy the person who has learned the cause of things and has put under his or her feet all fear, inexorable fate, and the noisy strife of the hell of greed.
Every calamity is to be overcome by endurance.
Endure and save yourselves for happier times.
He like a rock in the sea unshaken stands his ground.
Others may fashion more smoothly images of bronze (I for one believe it), evoke living faces from marble, plead causes better, trace with a wand the wanderings of the heavens and foretell the rising of stars. But you, Roman, remember to rule the peoples with power (these will be your arts); impose the habit of peace, spare the vanquished and war down the proud!
All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . . . In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.
The accursed hunger for gold.
Fear betrays unworthy souls.
Nunc scio quit sit amor." Lat., "Now I know what love is.
We are not all able to do all things.
Trust one who has tried.
Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.
Whatever may happen, every kind of fortune is to be overcome by bearing it.
How can there be such anger in the minds of the gods?
I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.
Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.
Trust the expert. -Experto credite
These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.
None but himself can be his parallel.
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