A Sure Friend Is Known

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]

One Man By Delaying Saved The State For Us.

Ennius Was The Father Of Roman Poetry, Because He First Introduced Into Latin The Greek Manner And In Particular The Hexameter Metre.

Here Is He Laid To Whom For Daring Deed, Nor Friend Nor Foe Could Render Worthy Meed.

No One Regards What Is Before His Feet; We All Gaze At The Stars.