SENTENTIAE - Chapter 4 Flashcards
Ōtium est bonum, sed ōtium multōrum est parvum.
Leisure is good, but the leisure of many is small.
Bella sunt mala et multa perīcula habent.
Wars are bad and have many dangers.
Officium nautam dē ōtiō hodiē vocat. (dē from)
Duty calls the sailor from his leisure today.
Paucī virī multās fōrmās perīculī in pecūniā vident – nōn dēbēmus esse avārī!
Few men see the many forms of danger in money - we must not be greedy!
Sī multam pecūniam habētis, saepe nōn estis sine cūrīs.
If you have much money, you are often not without worries.
Puellae magistram dē cōnsiliō malō sine morā monent.
The girls warn the teacher about the plan without delay.
Ō magne poēta, sumus vērī amīcī; mē iuvā, amābō tē!
Great poet, we are true friends; help me, please!
Fēmina et agrōs et portam agricolae videt.
The woman sees both the fields and gate of the farmer.
You (sg.) are in great danger.
In magnō perīculō es.
My son’s opinions are often foolish.
Sententiae fīliī meī saepe sunt stultae.
Fīliae et fīliī virōrum magnōrum et fēminārum non semper sunt magnī.
The daughters and sons of great men and women are not always great.
Sine sapientiā bona fortūna nautārum est nihil et poenās dant.
Without wisdom the sailors’ good fortune is nothing and they are paying the penalty.
Fortūna caeca est. (*Cicero)
Fortune is blind.
Sī perīcula sunt vēra, īnfortūnātus es. (Terence)
If the dangers are true, you are unfortunate.
Salvē, Ō amīce; vir bonus es. (Terence.)
Greetings, O friend, you are a good man.
Nōn bella est fāma fīliī tuī. (Horace.)
The reputation of your son is not good.
Errāre est hūmānum. (Seneca.)
To err is human.
Nihil est omnīnō beātum. (Horace.)
Nothing is completely happy.
Remedium īrae est mora. (Seneca.)
The cure for anger is delay.
Bonus Daphnis, amīcus meus, ōtium et vītam agricolae amat. (Vergil. — Daphnis is a pastoral character.)
Good Daphnis, my friend, loves leisure and life of the farmer.
Magistrī parvīs puerīs crūstula et dōna saepe dant. (Horace.)
The teachers often give cookies and gifts to the small boys.
Amīcam meam magis quam oculōs meōs amō. (Terence.)
I love my girlfriend more than my own eyes.
Salvē, mea bella puella—dā mihi multa bāsia, amābō tē! (Catullus.)
Greetings my beautiful girl, give me many kisses please.
Īnfīnītus est numerus stultōrum. (Ecclesiastes.)
Infinite is the number of fools.
Officium mē vocat. (Persius.)
Duty calls me.
Malī sunt in nostrō numerō et dē exitiō bonōrum virōrum cōgitant. Bonōs adiuvāte; cōnservāte patriam et populum Rōmānum. (Cicero.)
There are evil men are in our number and they are thinking about the destruction of good men. Help the good men; save the country and the people of Rome.
