"Here sees he the illustrious dead Who fighting for their country bled; Priests who while earthly life remained Preserved that life unsoiled, unstained; Blest bards, transparent souls and clear, Whose song was worthy Phoebus' ear; Inventors who by arts refined The common lot of human kind, With all who grateful memory won By services to others done: A goodly brotherhood, bedight With coronals of virgin white."

"'Tis come, our fated day of death."

"Fear proves a base-born soul."

"This to a tyrant master sold His native land for cursed gold."

"None question whence it comes, but come it must."

"In all her charms, set Virtue in their eye, And let them see their loss, despair, and—die!"

"Myself not ignorant of woe, Compassion I have learned to show."

"Too cruel, lady, is the pain, You bid me thus revive again."

"For none become at once completely vile."

"May Heaven, if virtue claim its thought, If justice yet avail for aught; Heaven, and the sense of conscious right, With worthier meed your acts requite!"

"Gifford's Juvenal [is], probably, take it all in all, the very best version of a classic in the language."

"'Is there, friend,' he cries, 'a spot That knows not Troy's unhappy lot?'"

"Arise from my bones, my unknown avenger."

"E'en here the tear of pity springs, And hearts are touched by human things."

"If men and mortal arms ye slight, Know there are gods who watch o'er right."

"Now dews precipitate the night, And setting stars to rest invite."

"[John Conington's] translation of the Satires and Epistles of Horace [are] on the whole, perhaps, the best and most successful translation of a Classic, that exists in the English language."

"A wet summer and a fine winter should be the farmer's prayer."

"Mere grace is not enough: a play should thrill The hearer's soul, and move it at its will."

"The gods implore To crush the proud and elevate the poor."

"This suffering will yield us yet A pleasant tale to tell."

"What's kept at home you cancel by a stroke: What's sent abroad you never can revoke."

"Bear up, and live for happier days."

"Who hopes by strange variety to please, Puts dolphins among forests, boars in seas."

"I quail, E'en now, at telling of the tale."

"For easier 'tis to learn and recollect What moves derision than what claims respect."

"She turned, and flashed upon their view Her stately neck's purpureal hue; Ambrosial tresses round her head A more than earthly fragrance shed: Her falling robe her footprints swept, And showed the goddess as she stept."

"None knows the reason why this curse Was sent on him, this love of making verse."

"Then take, good sir, your pleasure while you may; With life so short 'twere wrong to lose a day."

"O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers, Why make such game of this poor life of ours?"

"You lose no time in taking out a fly, Or straw, it may be, that torments your eye; Why, when a thing devours your mind, adjourn Till this day year all thought of the concern? Come now, have courage to be wise: begin: You're halfway over when you once plunge in: He who puts off the time for mending, stands A clodpoll by the stream with folded hands, Waiting till all the water be gone past; But it runs on, and will, while time shall last."

"He who maligns an absent friend's fair fame, Who says no word for him when others blame, Who courts a reckless laugh by random hits, Just for the sake of ranking among wits, Who feigns what he ne'er saw, a secret blabs, Beware him, Roman! that man steals or stabs!"

"Me, guilty me, make me your aim, O Rutules! mine is all the blame; He did no wrong, nor e'er could do; That sky, those stars attest 'tis true; Love for his friend too freely shown, This was his crime, and this alone."

"Thus, severed by the ruthless plough, Dim fades a purple flower: Their weary necks so poppies bow, O'erladen by the shower."

"Let hopes and sorrows, fears and angers be, And think each day that dawns the last you'll see; For so the hour that greets you unforeseen Will bring with it enjoyment twice as keen."

"Let Rome be glorious on the earth, The centre of Italian worth."

"Then should some man of worth appear Whose stainless virtue all revere, They hush, they list: his clear voice rules Their rebel wills, their anger cools."

"Comrades and friends! for ours is strength Has brooked the test of woes; O worse-scarred hearts! these wounds at length The Gods will heal, like those."

"Virtue's a mere name, Or 'tis high venture that achieves high aim."

"Then come the clamour and the blare, And shouts and clarions rend the air."

"They reach the realms of tranquil bliss. Green spaces folded in with trees, A paradise of pleasances."

"Fury and wrath within me rave, And tempt me to a warrior's grave."

"Ah! Postumus! Devotion fails The lapse of gliding years to stay, With wrinkled age it nought avails Nor conjures conquering Death away."

"In the moment of our talking, envious time has ebb'd away. Seize the present; trust to-morrow e'en as little as you may."

"No, had I e'en a hundred tongues, A hundred mouths, and iron lungs, Those types of guilt I could not show, Nor tell the forms of penal woe."

"Christianity is not a mere set of opinions to be embraced by understanding. It is the work of the heart as well as the head."

"What treasure does the religious an possess in this, that when everything else fails he has God for his refuge and can look to a world where he is sure through Christ Jesus, that he will not be disappointed."

"Poetry is a blossom of very delicate growth, it requires the maturing influence of vernal suns and every encouragement of culture and attention to bring it to its natural perfection."

"The exquisite and finely wrought susceptibility invariable marks the temperament of the poet. The cast of originality is the stamp and testimony of genius."

"We should teach our children to make friends with us, to communicate all their thoughts to us … by this we find many opportunities of teaching them important truths, almost without knowing."