Peru​ixi,aiun​t qui tenebrosam tangere carnem
effecere suis deiectis animis.
est aliquid mors; est aliquid tam mortuus esse
corporeae mentis quam uiuens anima.
peruixi qui olim Tyrio dulcissima lecto
oscula gustaui per noctes medias;
qui libertatis propugnator alienae
armatus steteram quondam in prima acie.
ipsum amisi obiter, uero rerum requisito,
uulneribus doctus, nec didicique nisi
non secus ac frustra de uita noscere uera
quam quo factae humiles peruixere animae.​

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Philosophers​ said why: Pythagoreans​ blamed
Numbers; Chaldeans blamed planets; the Stoics blamed
Fate; Epicureans blamed atoms; and so on.
Homer's was worst, perhaps, making Achilles say,
"No reason lieth in the frigid moans of man;
For gods have thus ordain'd that wretched mortals should
Live miserably, whilst they themselves are free of care."

Once a terrestrial race existed, but before,
From countless forges of iron, humanity
Expelled titanic breath and blackened heaven's face;
Not yet had wickedness concealed life from true mind,
Nor ploughs had need extort fruits of unwilling earth;
Not yet had cedar beams set sail on watery ways
To teach the savage world mercurial tumult;
No adamantine swords and scepters brandished in
Simian paws made light of reason

So. It was Romulus that that opened Rome's
Fresh-hinged​ gates to vagrant criminals,
Mating them with the Sabine peasantry;
I wonder how much, since those ancient days,
Their blood has tainted the nobility.
It would explain the gaping maws of the
Daughters of senators, and their base hearts
Desirous of delight in vulgar things.
What future hath our progeny, I ask,
When even kings these days are born of slaves?
Perhaps we are a dying breed, almost
Extinct as heroes; there is not another
Aeneas to infuse in Latin blood
The virtue he inherited of gods.
Then it would seem this is the Iron Age,
Being the last the world shall ever know
Before it all once more dissolves in chaos.

Thence casts he with his heart his eyes to earth at last,
And to Olympus his extreme votive despair:
But where is that inspired in clay the breath of life,
In darkness impotent of mind celestial light,
In finite corpuscles infinity of right?
Suppliant to divine strength, then, the thunder of
Reason descends upon him: Know thyself, it says;
Dissolve the enigmas of the universe within

Just when I think you said the stupidest thing ever, you keep on talking.
ei tis erchetai pros me kai oy misei ton patera heaytoy kai ten metera kai ten gynaika kai ta tekna kai toys adelphoys kai tas adelphas, eti de kai ten heaytoy psychen, oy dynatai moy mathetes einai.