Maxioms by Ovid (publius Ovidius Naso)
Let the poor man mind his tongue.
Let the poor man mind his tongue.
Those graceful groves that shade the plain,
Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main,
And flattens, as read more
Those graceful groves that shade the plain,
Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main,
And flattens, as he runs, the fair campagne.
It is not easy to bear prosperity unruffled.
It is not easy to bear prosperity unruffled.
I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.
I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.
A field becomes exhausted by constant tillage.
[Lat., Continua messe senescit ager.]
A field becomes exhausted by constant tillage.
[Lat., Continua messe senescit ager.]
