The mind, conscious of rectitude, laughed to scorn the falsehood of report.
Fasti, IV, 311. Compare: "And the mind conscious of virtue may bring to thee suitable rewards", Virgil, The Aeneid, i, 604.
The result justifies the deed.
Exitus acta probat.
Resist beginnings; the prescription comes too late when the disease has gained strength by long delays.Ovid
Qui finem quaeris amoris/Cedit amor rebus; res age, tutus eris.Ovid
Poetry comes fine-spun from a mind at peace.Ovid
Abeunt studia in mores.Ovid
They come to see; they come that they themselves may be seen.Ovid
Nocte latent mendae, vitioque ignoscitur omni, Horaque formosam quamlibet illa facit.Ovid
Expedit esse deos, et, ut expedit, esse putemus.Ovid
Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.Ovid
Sanctius his animal mentisque capacius altaeDeerat adhuc et quod dominari in cetera posset:Natus homo est.Ovid
Pronaque quum spectent animalia cetera terram,Os homini sublime dedit, coelumque tueriJussit, et erectos ad sidera tollere vultus.Ovid
Then the omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion.Ovid
Causa latet, vis est notissimaOvid
Nomenque erit indelebile nostrumOvid
Nec species sua cuique manet, rerumque novatrixEx aliis alias reddit natura figuras.Nec perit in toto quidquam, mihi credite, mundo,Sed variat faciemque novat: nascique vocaturIncipere esse aliud, quàm quod fuit antè; moriqueDesinere illud idem; quum sint huc forsitan illa,Haec translata illuc; summâ tamen omnia constant.Ovid
The deed I intend is great, But what, as yet, I know not.Ovid
Then sought out Envy in her dark abode, Defil'd with ropy gore and clots of blood: Shut from the winds, and from the wholesome skies, In a deep vale the gloomy dungeon lies, Dismal and cold, where not a beam of light Invades the winter, or disturbs the night. ... She never smiles but when the wretched weep, Nor lulls her malice with a moment's sleep, Restless in spite: while watchful to destroy, She pines and sickens at another's joy; Foe to her self, distressing and distrest, She bears her own tormentor in her breast.Ovid
Pudet hæc opprobria nobis Et dici potuisse et non potuisse repelli.Ovid
Here shame dissuades him, there his fear prevails, And each by turns his aching heat assails.Ovid
The god we now behold with opened eyes, A herd of spotted panthers round him lies In glaring forms; the grapy clusters spread On his fair brows, and dangle on his head.Ovid
Intret amicitiae nomine tectus amor.Ovid
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