FastSaying
Those graceful groves that shade the plain, Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main, And flattens, as he runs, the fair campagne.
Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)
Tiber river
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Go, go, good countrymen, and for this fault Assemble all the poor men of your sort; Draw them to the Tiber banks, and weep your tears Into the channel, till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all.
— William Shakespeare
Tiber river
Thou hast fair forms that move With queenly tread; Thou hast proud fanes above Thy mighty dread. Yet wears thy Tiber's shore A mournful mien:-- Rome, Rome, thou art no more As thou hast been.
— Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
Tiber river
Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted death shall perish by his own plot. [Lat., Neque enim lex est aequior ulla, Quam necis artifices arte perire sua.]
— Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)
Murder
That load becomes light which is cheerfully borne. [Lat., Leve fit quod bene fertur onus.]
— Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)
Cheerfulness
The wounded gladiator forswears all fighting, but soon forgetting his former wound resumes his arms. [Lat., Saucius ejurat pugnam gladiator, et idem Immemor antiqui vulneris arma capit.]
— Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)
Wounds