Gaius Valerius Flaccus Quotes

Haud secus in mediis noctis nemoris que tenebris
inciderant ambo attoniti iuxtaque subibant
abietibus tacitis aut immotis cyparissis
adsimiles, rapidus nondum quas miscuit Auster.

Gemit inritus ille
Colchidos ora tuens. totos tunc contrahit artus
monte dolor cunctaeque tremunt sub falce catenae.

Et, qua sibi fida magis vis
nulla, Prometheae florem de sanguine fibrae
promit nutritaque gramina monti,
quae sacer ille nives inter tristesque pruinas
durat alitque cruor.

<nowiki>'</nowiki>Tune sequeris' ait 'quidquam aut patiere pudendum
cum tibi tot mortes scelerisque brevissima tanti
effugia?'

Saepe suas misero promittere destinat artes,
denegat atque una potius decernit in ira
ac neque tam turpi cessuram semet amori
proclamat.

Quid me autem sic ille movet, superetne labores
an cadat?

[Medea] looked toward the gates and found him still even as he went; and alas! as he departed still comelier seemed the stranger to the lovelorn girl: such shoulders, such frame doth he leave to her remembrance.

Respexit que fores et adhuc invenit euntem,
visus et heu miserae tunc pulchrior hospes amanti
discedens; tales umeros, ea terga relinquit.

Nox simul astriferas profert optabilis umbras.

Velut ante comas ac summa cacumina silvae
lenibus adludit flabris levis Auster, at illum
protinus immanem miserae sensere carinae.

The other, his brow heavy with threats, had long been muttering and smouldering with hidden fire.

Talibus orantem vultu gravis ille minaci
iamdudum premit et furiis ignescit opertis.

And sought by lot those who should bear him company to the Scythian town, and from the whole number nine were drawn.

Et Scythicam qui se comitentur ad urbem
sorte petit numeroque novem ducuntur ab omni.

Rebus semper pudor absit in artis.