Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.
QUINTUS ENNIUSLet no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.
QUINTUS ENNIUSHow can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?
QUINTUS ENNIUSThey hate whom they fear.
QUINTUS ENNIUSNo one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.
QUINTUS ENNIUSLet no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation. Why? Because I fly hither and thither, living in the mouths of me. [Lat., Nemo me lacrymis decoret, nec funera fletu. Faxit cur? Volito vivu’ per ora virum.]
QUINTUS ENNIUSThe wise man is wise in vain who cannot be wise to his own advantage.
QUINTUS ENNIUSThat is true liberty, which bears a pure and firm breast.
QUINTUS ENNIUSI never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I’m in bed with the influenza.
QUINTUS ENNIUSA true friend is tested in adversity.
QUINTUS ENNIUSA true friend is a friend when in difficulty.
QUINTUS ENNIUSThe Roman state stands by ancient customs, and its manhood.
QUINTUS ENNIUSTo open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.
QUINTUS ENNIUSHe who civilly shows the way to one who has missed it, is as one who has lighted another’s lamp from his own lamp; it none the less gives light to himself when it burns for the other.
QUINTUS ENNIUSOne man by delaying saved the state for us.
QUINTUS ENNIUSO friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics – Unless I am down with rheumatics.
QUINTUS ENNIUSA sure friend is known in unsure circumstances.
QUINTUS ENNIUS