Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed. – Quintus Ennius
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men. – Quintus Ennius
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics – Unless I am down with rheumatics. – Quintus Ennius
