Part 3 Flashcards
Fama volat
Virgil
in his Aeneid
Rumor flies
Maecenas atavis edite regibus
Horace
the first line of his Odes
Maecenas, born of monarch ancestors
Etiam capillus unus habet umbram
Publilius Syrus
Even one hair has a shadow
Eheu fugaces labuntur anni
Horace
in his Odes
Alas, the fleeting years slip by
Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim
Ovid
Be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you
Virum mihi, Camena, insece versutum
Livius Andronicus
the first line of his Odussia
Tell me, O Muse, of the skillful man
Puri sermonis amator
Julius Caesar
about Terence
A lover of pure speech
Amor tussisque non celantur
Ovid
Love, and a cough, are not concealed
Cras amet qui numquam amavit quique amavit cras amet
Found in the Pervigilium Veneris of unknown authorship
Let him love tomorrow who has never loved and let he who has loved love tomorrow
Cum tacent clamant
Cicero
in his In Catilinam I
When they remain silent, they cry out
Quo usque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra?
Cicero
in his In Catilinam I
How long will you abuse our patience, Catiline?
Disertissime Romuli nepotum
Catullus
Most eloquent of the descendants of Romulus (to Cicero)
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
Horace
in his Odes
It is sweet and glorious to die for one’s country
Tamquam alter idem
Cicero
As if a second self
O Tite tute Tati tibi tanta, tyranne, tulisti
Ennius
famous for his alliteration
Oh, you tyrant, Titus Tatius! You took such great things for yourself!
Utinam populus Romanus unam cervicem haberet!
Caligula
If only the Roman people had one neck!
Nullum’st iam dictum quod non sit dictum prius
Terence
in his Eunuchus
Nothing is already said which wasn’t said before
Non omnia moriar
Horace
Not all of me will die
Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope, cecini pascua, rura, duces
Virgil’s Epitaph
Mantua gave me birth, Calabri snatched me away, now Parthenope holds me; I sang of shepherds, pastures, and heroes
Auream mediocritatem
Horace
Golden mean
Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt
Horace
in his Epistulae
They change the sky, not their soul, who run across the sea
Fato Metelli Romae fiunt consules
Gnaeus Naevius
The Metelli become consuls of Rome by fate
O curas hominum! O quantum est in rebus inane!
Lucilius
Ah, human cares! Ah, how much futility in the world!
Quintili Vare, legiones redde
Augustus
Quintilius Varus, give me back my legions!