Propertius

thumbnail|Never change when love has found its home. Sextus Propertius (50 BC – 16 BC) was a Roman elegiac poet in Maecenas' circle. Quotes Elegies Neque assueto mutet amore torum. Never change when love has found its home. I, i, 36. Nudus Amor formam non amat artificem. Love is naked, and loves not beauty gained by artifice. I, ii, 8; translation by G.P. Goold Navita de ventis, de tauris narrat arator,Enumerat miles vulnera, pastor oves. The sailor tells of winds, the ploughman of bulls, the soldier counts his wounds, the shepherd his sheep. II, i, 43–4. Qua pote quisque, in ea conterat arte diem. Let each man pass his days in that wherein his skill is greatest. II, i, 46. Aut patrio qualis ponit vestigia pontoMille Venus teneris cincta Cupidinibus. O like Venus attended by a thousand tender Cupids, setting foot upon the sea that gave her birth. II, ii, 9-10. Quod si deficiant vires, audacia certeLaus erit: in magnis et voluisse sat est. What though strength fails? Boldness is certain to win praise. In mighty enterprises, it is enough to have had the determination. Variant translation: Even if strength fail, boldness at least will deserve praise: in great endeavors even to have had the will is enough. II, x, 5. Quicumque ille fuit, puerum qui pinxit Amoremnonne putas miras hunc habuisse manus?is primum vidit sine sensu vivere amantes Whoever he was who first depicted Amor as a boy, don’t you think it was a wonderful touch? He was the first to see that lovers live without sense. II, xii, 1-3; translation by A. S. Kline Nemo in amore videt. No one in love can see. II, xiv, 18. Errat, qui finem vesani quaerit amoris:verus amor nullum novit habere modum He errs that seeks to set a term to the frenzy of love; true love hath no bound. II, xv, 29; translation by H.E. Butler Absenti nemo non nocuisse velit. Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent. II, xix, 32. Unus quisque sua noverit ire via. Let each man have the wit to go his own way. II, xxv, 38. Semper in absentes felicior aestus amantes. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. II, xxxiii, 43. Cedite Romani scriptores, cedite Grai!Nescio quid maius nascitur Iliade. Make way, you Roman writers, make way, Greeks! Something greater than the Iliad is born. Of Virgil’s Aeneid. II, xxxiv, 65. Sunt aliquid Manes: letum non omnia finit,Luridaque evictos effugit umbra rogos. There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre. IV, vii, 1. Magnum iter ascendo; sed dat mihi gloria vires'' I am climbing a difficult road; but the glory gives me strength. IV. 10. 3 External links Category:Poets from Rome Category:Latin authors Category:BCE births Category:BCE deaths Category:People from Umbria