Death twitches my ear;’Live,’ he says… ‘I’m coming.
Una Salus Victis Nullam Sperare Salutem – (Latin – written 19 BC)The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all…
forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.and perhaps it will be pleasing to have remembered these things one day
Happy is the man who has learned the causes of things.
Love conquers all. Let Love then smile at our defeat.
Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?
The gates of hell are open night and day;Smooth the descent, and easy is the way:But to return, and view the cheerful skies,In this the task and mighty labor lies.
What a tale he’s told, what a bitter bowl of war he’s drunk to the dregs.
…She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.
the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.
..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl…
Perhaps someday it will be pleasant to remember even this.
Let us go singing as far as we go the road will be less tedious.
The flocks fear the wolf the crops the storm and the trees the wind.
Too happy would you be did ye but know your own advantages!
Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to do?
Happy [is] the man who has learned the cause of things and has put under his feet all fear inexorable fate and the noisy strife of the hell of greed.
Knowing sorrow well I learn to succor the distressed.
Endure and preserve yourselves for better things.
Every kind of fortune is to be overcome by bearing it.
He utters empty words he utters sound without mind.
Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.
It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air – there’s the rub, the task.
In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?
Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?