D. Iunii Iuvenalis Saturae XIII. Thirteen Satires of Juvenal

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Clarendon Press, 1892 - 352 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 193 - SEE the wild waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears ! With nodding arches, broken temples spread, The very tombs now vanish'd like their dead!
Strana 256 - Seek for thy noble father in the dust : Thou know'st 'tis common ; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. Queen. If it be, Why seems it. so particular with thee? Ham. Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not 'seems.
Strana 169 - Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size...
Strana 235 - Howsoe'er, my man Shall read a piece of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or of some better book to us, Of which we'll speak our minds, amidst our meat...
Strana 14 - Moyses, non monstrare vias eadem nisi sacra colenti, quaesitum ad fontem solos deducere verpos.
Strana 190 - QUOD nimio gaudes noctem producere vino, ignosco : vitium, Gaure, Catonis habes. carmina quod scribis Musis et Apolline nullo, laudari debes : hoc Ciceronis habes.
Strana 217 - The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Strana 319 - For we are made for co-operation, like feet, like hands, like eyelids, like the rows of the upper and lower teeth. To act against one another then is contrary to nature; and it is acting against one another to be vexed and to turn away.
Strana 14 - Atque recens linum ostendit non una cicatrix. Nil habet infelix paupertas durius in se, Quam quod ridiculos homines facit.
Strana 314 - To their own whims and passions, and what not ; Society itself, which should create Kindness, destroys what little we had got : To feel for none is the true social art Of the world's stoics — men without a heart.

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