Maxioms by Marcus Valerius Martial
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself
the singer of its own dirge.
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself
the singer of its own dirge.
Every bird that upwards swings
Bears the Cross upon its wings.
Every bird that upwards swings
Bears the Cross upon its wings.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
[Lat., Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.]
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
[Lat., Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.]
To have nothing is not poverty.
[Lat., Non est paupertas, Nestor, habere nihil.]
To have nothing is not poverty.
[Lat., Non est paupertas, Nestor, habere nihil.]
Philo swears that he has never dined at home, and it is so; he
does not dine at all, read more
Philo swears that he has never dined at home, and it is so; he
does not dine at all, except when invited out.
