Zainstaluj Steam
zaloguj się
|
język
简体中文 (chiński uproszczony)
繁體中文 (chiński tradycyjny)
日本語 (japoński)
한국어 (koreański)
ไทย (tajski)
български (bułgarski)
Čeština (czeski)
Dansk (duński)
Deutsch (niemiecki)
English (angielski)
Español – España (hiszpański)
Español – Latinoamérica (hiszpański latynoamerykański)
Ελληνικά (grecki)
Français (francuski)
Italiano (włoski)
Bahasa Indonesia (indonezyjski)
Magyar (węgierski)
Nederlands (niderlandzki)
Norsk (norweski)
Português (portugalski – Portugalia)
Português – Brasil (portugalski brazylijski)
Română (rumuński)
Русский (rosyjski)
Suomi (fiński)
Svenska (szwedzki)
Türkçe (turecki)
Tiếng Việt (wietnamski)
Українська (ukraiński)
Zgłoś problem z tłumaczeniem
Speaking of Thomas Becket:
"Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?"
(Thomas Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury was murdered in Canterbury Cathedral on December 1170.)
"O King, seems to me the present life of men on earth, in comparison with that time which to us is uncertain, as if when on a winter's night you sit feasting with your ealdormen and thegns, - a single sparrow should fly swiftly into the hall, and coming in at one door, instantly fly out through another."
~ "The Prince", by Nicolo Machiavelli.
~ "Confessions", Saint Augustine.
~ Attributed to be from an Assyrian clay tablet created circa 2800 BC, housed in a Museum in Istanbul: by Georg S. Goddard, writing in 1922, in his office as Connecticut State Librarian. (The tablet in question can no-longer be located in the modern day to verify or disprove these statements about the translation and era of the text.)
~ Book III of Odes, Horace, circa 20 BC