Metamorphoses
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No species remains constant: that great renovator of matter
Nature, endlessly fashions new forms from old: there’s nothing
in the whole universe that perishes, believe me; rather
it renews and varies its substance. What we describe as birth
is no more than incipient change from a prior state, while dying
is merely to quit it. Though the parts may be transported
hither and thither, the sum of all matter is constant.
MetamorphosesWhat, however, is my fault? Unless to have played can be called a fault, unless it can be called a fault to have loved.
MetamorphosesYour right arm is useful in the battle; but when it comes to thinking you need my guidance. You have force without intelligence; while mine is the care for to-morrow. You are a good fighter; but is I who help Atrides select the time of fighting. Your value is in your body only; mine, in mind. And, as much as he who directs the ship surpasses him who only rows it, as much as the general exceeds the common soldier, so much greater am I than you. For in these bodies of ours the heart is of more value than the hand; all our real living is in that.
MetamorphosesA creature of a more exalted kind
Was wanting yet, and then was Man designed;
Conscious of thought, of more capacious breast,
For empire formed, and fit to rule the rest.
MetamorphosesHe is beautiful even to enemy eyes.
MetamorphosesWater belongs to us all. Nature did not make the sun one person's property, nor air, nor water, cool and clear.
MetamorphosesThe cause is hidden, but the result is well known.
MetamorphosesThe gods have their own rules.
MetamorphosesO mortals, from your fellows' blood abstain,
Nor taint your bodies with a food profane:
While corn, and pulse by Nature are bestow'd,
And planted orchards bend their willing load;
While labour'd gardens wholesom herbs produce,
And teeming vines afford their gen'rous juice;
Nor tardier fruits of cruder kind are lost,
But tam'd with fire, or mellow'd by the frost;
While kine to pails distended udders bring,
And bees their hony redolent of Spring;
While Earth not only can your needs supply,
But, lavish of her store, provides for luxury;
A guiltless feast administers with ease,
And without blood is prodigal to please.
MetamorphosesHe, because years restrained him from warring, fought by speaking; he attacked and cursed the criminal weapons.
MetamorphosesAnd he turned his mind to unknown arts.
MetamorphosesPointing to a pile of dust, that had collected, I foolishly begged to have as many anniversaries of my birth, as were represented by the dust. But I forgot to ask that the years should be accompanied by youth.
MetamorphosesPlenty has made me poor.
MetamorphosesThus all things are but altered, nothing dies.
MetamorphosesI see better things, and approve, but I follow worse.
MetamorphosesThen the omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion.
MetamorphosesThus, while the mute creation downward bend
Their sight, and to their earthly mother tend,
Man looks aloft, and with erected eyes
Beholds his own hereditary skies.
MetamorphosesThe workmanship excelled the materials.
MetamorphosesMy son, I caution you to keep
The middle way, for if your pinions dip
Too low the waters may impede your flight;
And if they soar too high the sun may scorch them.
Fly midway.
MetamorphosesFor those things which were done either by our fathers, or ancestors, and in which we ourselves had no share, we can scarcely call our own.
MetamorphosesYou will be safest in the middle.
MetamorphosesO impious use! to Nature's laws oppos'd,
Where bowels are in other bowels clos'd:
Where fatten'd by their fellow's fat, they thrive;
Maintain'd by murder, and by death they live.
'Tis then for nought, that Mother Earth provides
The stores of all she shows, and all she hides,
If men with fleshy morsels must be fed,
And chaw with bloody teeth the breathing bread:
What else is this, but to devour our guests,
And barb'rously renew Cyclopean feasts!
We, by destroying life, our life sustain;
And gorge th' ungodly maw with meats obscene.
MetamorphosesTime, the devourer of all things.
MetamorphosesNomenque erit indelebile nostrum.
MetamorphosesInvia virtuti nulla est via!
MetamorphosesFas est et ab hoste doceri.
MetamorphosesArs adeo latet arte sua.
MetamorphosesChaos, rudis indigestaque moles.
Metamorphoses
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