Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso), (43 BC - 17 AD), Roman Poet Quotes
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A spirit superior to every weapon. [Lat., Teloque animus praestantior omni.]
If Jupiter hurled his thunderbolt as often as men sinned, he would soon be out of thunderbolts. [Lat., Si quoties homines peccant sua fulmina mittat Jupiter, exiguo tempore inermis erit.]
He who has it in his power to commit sin, is less inclined to do so. The very idea of being able, weakens the desire. [Lat., Cui peccare licet peccat minus. Ipsa potestas Semina nequitiae languidiora facit.]
Indulgent gods, grant me to sin once with impunity. That is sufficient. Let a second offence bear its punishment. [Lat., Di faciles, peccasse semel concedite tuto: Id satis est. Peonam culpa secunda ferat.]
The silent countenance often speaks. [Lat., Saepe tacens vocem verbaque vultus habet.]
But still her silent looks loudly reproached me. [Lat., Sed taciti fecere tamen convicia vultus.]
Slight is the merit of keeping silence on a matter, on the other hand serious is the guilt of talking on things whereon we should be silent. [Lat., Exigua est virtus praestare silentia rebus; At contra, gravis est culpa tacenda loqui.]
To be silent is but a small virtue; but it is a serious fault to reveal secrets.
Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop. [Lat., Da requiem; requietus ager bene credita reddit.]
Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from betraying guilt! [Heu! quam difficile est crimen non prodere vultu.]
Often a silent face has voice and words. [Lat., Saepe tacens vocem verbaque vultus habet.]
You began better than you have finished; the last act is not equal to the first.
Work while your strength and years permit you; crooked age will by-and-by come upon you with silent foot.
With the arm which won the victory he protects the vanquished.
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