In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers. Lucretius Flowers
Thus the sum of things is ever being reviewed, and mortals dependent one upon another. Some nations increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and like runners pass on the torch of life. Lucretius
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers. Lucretius Flowers
Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril. Lucretius
Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows. Lucretius
Pleasant it is, when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters, to gaze from shore upon another's great tribulation; not because any man's troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive you are free of them yourself is pleasant. Lucretius
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles. Lucretius
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers. Lucretius Flowers
