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"Dat poenas laudata fides, cum sustinet inquit quos fortuna premit."
"Non tam portas intrare patentis quam fregisse juvat."
"Ignorantque datos, ne quisquam seruiat, enses."
"Sic quisque pavendo dat vires famae, nulloque auctore malorum quae finxere timent."
"Tolle moras: semper nocuit differre paratis."
"Arma tenenti omnia dat, qui justa negat."
"Vos quoque qui fortes animas, belloque peremptas Laudibus in longum vates dimittitis aevum, Plurima securi fudistis carmina, Bardi."
"Longae...vitae Mors media est."
"Quis iustius induit arma scire nefas: magno se iudice quisque tuetur; Victrix causa deis placuit sed victa Catoni."
"Stat magni nominis umbra."
"Sed non in Caesare tantum nomen erat nec fama ducis, sed nescia virtus stare loco, solusque pudor non vincere bello."
"Concordia discors."
"In se magna ruunt: laetis hunc numina rebus crescendi posuere modum."
"Nulla fides regni sociis, omnisque potestas inpatiens consortis erit."
"Fecunda virorum paupertas fugitur totoque accersitur orbe quo gens quaeque perit."
"Exim Annaei Lucani caedem imperat is profluente sanguine ubi frigescere pedes manusque et paulatim ab extremis cedere spiritum fervido adhuc et compote mentis pectore intellegit, recordatus carmen a se compositum, quo vulneratum militem per eius modi mortis imaginem obisse tradiderat, versus ipsos rettulit, eaque illi suprema vox fuit."
"Nulli penitus descendere ferro contigit; alta sedent civilis volnera dextrae."
"I have also read the four first books of Lucan's Pharsalia, a poem as it appears to me of wonderful genius and transcending Virgil."
"Postquam leges bello siluere coactae pellimur e patriis laribus patimurque volentes exilium."
"Mensuraque juris vis erat."
"Vana quoque ad veros accessit fama timores."
"Exeat aula qui volt esse pius. Virtus et summa potestas non coeunt; semper metuet quem saeva pudebunt."
"Invida fatorum series summisque negatum stare diu nimioque graves sub pondere lapsus nec se Roma ferens."
"No more of courts, of triumphs, or of arms, No more of Valour’s force, or Beauty's charms! The themes of vulgar lays with just disdain I leave unsung, the flocks, the amorous swain, The pleasures of the land, and terrors of the main. How abject, how inglorious 'tis to lie Grovelling in dust and darkness, when on high Empires immense, and rolling worlds of light, To range their heavenly scenes the muse invite!"
"Fame, which is the opinion the World expresses of any Man's excellent Endowments, is the Idol to which the finest spirits have, in all Ages, burnt their Incense."
"The Inclinations of Men, in this their degenerate State, carry them with great Force to those voluptuous Objects, that please their Appetites and gratify their Senses; and which not only by their early Acquaintance and Familiarity, but as they are adapted to the prevailing Instincts of Nature, are more esteem'd and pursu'd than all other Satisfactions. As those inferior Enjoyments, that only affect the Organs of the Body are chiefly coveted, so next to these, that light and facetious Qualification of the Mind, that diverts the Hearers and is proper to produce Mirth and Alacrity, has, in all Ages, by the greatest Part of Mankind, been admir'd and applauded. No Productions of Human Understanding are receiv'd with such a general Pleasure and Approbation, as those that abound with Wit and Humour, on which the People set a greater Value, than on the wisest and most instructive Discourses. Hence a pleasant Man is always caress'd above a wise one, and Ridicule and Satyr, that entertain the Laughers, often put solid Reason and useful Science out of Countenance. The wanton Temper of the Nation has been gratify'd so long with the high Seasonings of Wit and Raillery in Writing and Conversation, that now almost all Things that are not accommodated to their Relish by a strong Infusion of those Ingredients, are rejected as the heavy and insipid Performances of Men of a plain Understanding and meer Masters of Sense."
"'Tis in the power of Poetry to insinuate into the inmost Recesses of the Mind, to touch any Spring that moves the Heart, to agitate the Soul with any sort of Affection, and transform it into any Shape or Posture it thinks fit."
"Homer excels in Genius, Virgil in Judgment. Homer as conscious of his great Riches and Fullness entertains the Reader with great Splendor and Magnificent Profusion. Virgil's Dishes are well chosen, and tho not Rich and Numerous, yet serv'd up in great Order and Decency. Homer's Imagination is Strong, Vast and Boundless, an unexhausted Treasure of all kinds of Images; which made his Admirers and Commentators in all Ages affirm, that all sorts of Learning were to be found in his Poems. Virgil's Imagination is not so Capacious, tho' his Ideas are Clear, Noble, and of great Conformity to their Objects. Homer has more of the Poetical Inspiration. His Fire burns with extraordinary Heat and Vehemence, and often breaks out in Flashes, which Surprise, Dazle and Astonish the Reader: Virgil's is a clearer and a chaster Flame, which pleases and delights, but never blazes in that extraordinary and surprising manner. Methinks there is the same Difference between these two great Poets, as there is between their Heros. Homer's Hero, Achilles, is Vehement, Raging and Impetuous. He is always on Fire, and transported with an immoderate and resistless Fury, performs every where Miraculous Atchievements, and like a rapid Torrent overturns all things in his way. Æneas, the Hero of the Latine Poet, is a calm, Sedate Warriour. He do's not want Courage, neither has he any to spare: and the Poet might have allowed him a little more Fire, without overheating him. As for Invention, 'tis evident the Greek Poet has mightily the advantage. Nothing is more Rich and Fertile than Homer's Fancy. He is Full, Abundant, and Diffusive above all others. Virgil on the other hand is rather dry, than fruitful. 'Tis plain the Latin Poet in all his famous Æneis, has very little, if any Design of his own ..."
"Man is naturally a proud Animal, and is fond of nothing more than the Breath of Fame to sooth his Vanity, and flatter his Self-Admiration."
"Blackmore by the unremitted enmity of the wits, whom he provoked more by his virtue than his dulness, has been exposed to worse treatment than he deserved."
"Ez ist ein armer trĂĽgesite, der vriunden alsĂ´ liuget, daz er sich selben triuget."
"Ine weiz, wie jener werden sol; dirre tôt der tuot mir wol. solte diu wunneclîche Isôt iemer alsus sî mîn tôt, sô wolte ich gerne werben umbe ein êweclîchez sterben."
"Hazzen unde nîden daz muoz der biderbe lîden. der man der werdet al die vrist, die wîle und er geniten ist."
"Owe der ougenweide da man nach leidem leide mit leiderem leide siht leider ougenweide!"
"Isot ma drĂĽe, Isot m'amie En vus ma mort, en vus ma vie."
"Liut unde lant diu möhten mit genâden sîn wan zwei vil kleiniu wortelîn "min" unde "din"."
"Liebe ist ein also saelic dinc, ein also saeleclich gerinc, daz nieman ane ir lere noch tugende hat noch ere."
"Swem nie von liebe leit geschach, dem geschach ouch liep von liebe nie."
"Swer keinen schaden vertragen kan, dâ wahsent dicke schaden an. und ist ein veiclîcher site."
"No man in the world was ever born with a greater genius and more qualified for epic poetry."
"The most excellent of modern poets, ... whom I reverence next to Virgil."
"I found that I had an affinity with writers like Ariosto and Tasso, at least to the extent of loving their poetry. (“Those allegories of Ariosto and Tasso were in some ways very futuristic with those fantastic voyages-they were almost like science fiction without the science.”) Of course they didn't really have science to use. But they had a similarly disciplined imagination."
"Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door."
"It is the fortunate who should extol fortune."
"The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe."
"Ha sotto i piedi il Fato e la Natura, Ministri umĂli, e 'l moto, e chi 'l misura."
"Dal sonno alla morte è un picciol varco."
"Chè sovente addivien che 'l saggio e 'l forte Fabbro a se stesso è di beata sorte."
"Chè nel mondo mutabile e leggiero, Costanza è spesso il variar pensiero."
"Chè 'n parte troppo cupa, e troppo interna Il pensier de' mortali occulto giace."