And seek for truth in the groves of Academe.
Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.
The grammarians are arguing.
It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?
In hard times, no less than in prosperity, preserve equanimity.
Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they are without a divine poet (to chronicle their deeds).