I sing of arms and a man.
Virgil
Each man is led by his own liking.
man
They attack the one man with their hate and their shower of weapons. But he is like some rock which stretches into the vast sea and which, exposed to the fury of the winds and beaten against by the waves, endures all the violence.
man men hate violence weapons sea rock fury
Every man makes a god of his own desire.
Happy the man who has been able to learn the causes of things.
One man excels in eloquence, another in arms.
The world cares very little about what a man or woman knows; it is what a man or woman is able to do that counts.
What each man feared would happen to himself, did not trouble him when he saw that it would ruin another.
ruins trouble man
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