Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.

A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but
wounds which are raw shudder at the touch read more

A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but
wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands.
[Lat., Tempore ducetur longo fortasse cicatrix;
Horrent admotas vulnera cruda manus.]

Make good use of your time, it flies fast.

Make good use of your time, it flies fast.

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to
approach the place of danger.

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to
approach the place of danger.

Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]

Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]