Maxioms by Juvenal (decimus Junius Juvenal)
Satire is what closes Saturday night.
Satire is what closes Saturday night.
Go, madman! rush over the wildest Alps, that you may please
children and be made the subject of declamation.
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Go, madman! rush over the wildest Alps, that you may please
children and be made the subject of declamation.
[Lat., I demens! et saevas curre per Alpes,
Ut pueris placeas et declamatio fias.]
There is nothing which power cannot believe of itself, when it is
praised as equal to the gods.
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There is nothing which power cannot believe of itself, when it is
praised as equal to the gods.
[Lat., Nihil est quod credere de se
Non possit, quum laudatur dis aequa potestas.]
For He, who gave this vast machine to roll,
Breathed Life in then, in us a Reasoning Soul;
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For He, who gave this vast machine to roll,
Breathed Life in then, in us a Reasoning Soul;
That kindred feelings might our state improve,
And mutual wants conduct to mutual love.
Rare indulgence produces greater pleasure.
[Lat., Voluptates commendat rarior usus.]
Rare indulgence produces greater pleasure.
[Lat., Voluptates commendat rarior usus.]