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Sunday, June 18, 2017
Humanum Est Peccare
Ovid, Tristia 2.33-34 (tr. Arthur Leslie Wheeler, rev. G.P. Goold):
If at every human error Jupiter should hurl his thunderbolts, he would in a brief space be weaponless.
si, quotiens peccant homines, sua fulmina mittat
Iuppiter, exiguo tempore inermis erit.