First a quote from Ovid (end of Metamorphoses), spotted by Ed:
Iamque opus exegi, quod nec Iovis ira nec ignis
nec poterit ferrum nec edax abolere vetustas.
cum volet, illa dies, quae nil nisi corporis huius
ius habet, incerti spatium mihi finiat aevi:
parte tamen meliore mei super alta perennis
astra ferar, nomenque erit indelebile nostrum,
quaque patet domitis Romana potentia terris,
ore legar populi, perque omnia saecula fama,
siquid habent veri vatum praesagia, vivam.
(And now the work is done, that Jupiter's anger, fire or sword
cannot
erase, nor the gnawing tooth of time. Let that day, that only has
power
over my body, end, when it will, my uncertain span of years: yet the
best part of me will be borne, immortal, beyond the distant stars.
Wherever Rome's influence extends, over the lands it has civilised, I
will be spoken, on people's lips: and, famous through all the ages,
if
there is truth in poet's prophecies, -vivam - I shall live.)
I'll cut and paste some other quotes here.
(Paraphrasing: I'm treading a path through Poetry nobody has trod
before. I enjoy finding and drinking from pure streams and selecting
flowers for an honoured chaplet that the Muses haven't bestowed on
anyone else before, because I'm talking about cool things, Dude,
releasing the mind from tight bonds of superstition, and because I
write so lucidly about difficult stuff, touching everything with
poetic charm.)
Here is one from Horace, Ode XXX, Book III:
Exegi monumentum aere perennius
regalique situ pyramidum altius,
quod non imber edax, non Aquilo inpotens
possit diruere aut innumerabilis
annorum series et fuga temporum.
Non omnis moriar multaque pars mei
uitabit Libitinam; usque ego postera
crescam laude recens, dum Capitolium
scandet cum tacita uirgine pontifex.
(I've constructed a memorial more enduring than bronze, higher than
Pharaoh's pyramid, which can't be ruined by the eating rain or the
powerless wind or the endless series of years or flight of ages. I
won't die completely, a large part of me will avoid Death; I shall
continue to grow in fame so long as a high priest and hushed Vestal
ascend the Capitol.)
This man whom you are reading is he whom you seek,
Martial known throughout the world
For his sharp books of epigrams.
The glory that you have given him
While alive and sentient
Few poets get after death.
Here is an obvious one (why did nobody else come up with it?
Apparently nobody is interested!):
Veni vidi vici
[I came, I saw, I conquered - Julius Ceaser]
ne quis liminis obseret tabellam,
neu tibi lubeat foras abire,
sed domi maneas paresque nobis
novem continuas fututiones.
verum si quid ages, statim iubeto:
nam pransus iaceo et satur supinus
pertundo tunicamque palliumque.
[Paraphrase: don't let anyone bolt the door, don't go out either, but
stay at home and prepare yourself for nine stuffings straight off. In
fact if you're restless ask for it now: I'm reclining on the sofa
after a full meal shafting my tunic and cloak.]
Yes but what does it mean?