For as children tremble and fear everything in the blind darkness, so we in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.
What is food to one, is to others bitter poison.
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
Vineyards and shining harvests, pastures, arbors,|And all this our very utmost toil|Can hardly care for, we wear down our strength|Whether in oxen or in men, we dull|The edges of our ploughshares, and in return|Our fields turn mean and stingy, underfed,|And so today the farmer shakes his head,|More and more often sighing that his work,|The labour of his hands, has come to naught.
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
O deaf to nature and to Heaven’s command, against thyself to lift the murdering hand! — Oh, damned despair, to shun the living light, and plunge thy guilty soul in endless night!
Fly no opinion because it is new, but strictly search, and after careful view, reject it if false, embrace it if ’tis true.
No fact is so simple that it is not harder to believe than to doubt at the first presentation. Equally, there is nothing so mighty or so marvelous that the wonder it evokes does not tend to diminish in time.
Pleasant it is, when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters, to gaze from shore upon another’s great tribulation; not because any man’s troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive you are free of them yourself is pleasant.
Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.
- Virgil Roman Poet
- Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso) Roman Poet
- Cicero Roman Philosopher
- Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus) Roman Poet
- Catullus Roman Latin Poet
- Seneca the Younger (Lucius Annaeus Seneca) Roman Philosopher
- Claudian Roman Poet
- Marcus Manilius Roman Poet
- Juvenal Roman Poet
- Persius Roman Poet, Critic