Augustine Confessions Oh Muses, lofty Genius, who inscribed the things I saw, assist me now, I pray! Here will be seen your true nobility! Dante Inferno Canto II At the dawn of day, when you dislike being called, have this thought ready: “I am called to man’s labour; why then do I make a difficulty if I am going out to do what I was born to do and what I was brought into this world for? Is it for this that I am fashioned, to lie in bedclothes and keep myself warm?” Roman Imperalism II Marcus Aurelius Meditations Then the god said, “Since you cannot be my bride, surely you will at least be my tree. My hair, my lyre, my quivers will always display the laurel. You will accompany the generals of Rome, when the Capitol beholds their long triumphal processions, when joyful voices raise the song of victory. You will stand by Augustus’ gateposts too, faithfully guarding his doors, and keeping watch from either side over the wreath of oak leaves that will hang there.” Roman Imperalism I Metamorphoses Ovid Heaven and earth will crash in ruin, the stars themselves will fall to hell, and all harmonious Nature be divided against itself, sooner than Truth, who is our Judge, can be
Augustine Confessions Oh Muses, lofty Genius, who inscribed the things I saw, assist me now, I pray! Here will be seen your true nobility! Dante Inferno Canto II At the dawn of day, when you dislike being called, have this thought ready: “I am called to man’s labour; why then do I make a difficulty if I am going out to do what I was born to do and what I was brought into this world for? Is it for this that I am fashioned, to lie in bedclothes and keep myself warm?” Roman Imperalism II Marcus Aurelius Meditations Then the god said, “Since you cannot be my bride, surely you will at least be my tree. My hair, my lyre, my quivers will always display the laurel. You will accompany the generals of Rome, when the Capitol beholds their long triumphal processions, when joyful voices raise the song of victory. You will stand by Augustus’ gateposts too, faithfully guarding his doors, and keeping watch from either side over the wreath of oak leaves that will hang there.” Roman Imperalism I Metamorphoses Ovid Heaven and earth will crash in ruin, the stars themselves will fall to hell, and all harmonious Nature be divided against itself, sooner than Truth, who is our Judge, can be