Quid est somnus gelidæ nisi mortis imago?—What is sleep but the image of cold death? Ovid.

Quid est turpius quam senex vivere incipiens?—What is more scandalous than an old man just beginning to live? Sen.

Quid faciunt pauci contra tot millia fortes?—What 40 can a few brave men do against so many thousand? Ovid.

Quid furor est census corpore ferre suo!—What madness it is to carry one's fortune on one's back! Ovid.

Quid leges sine moribus / Vanæ proficiunt—What do idle laws avail without morals? Hor.

Quid me alta silentia cogis / Rumpere—Why force me to break the deep silence? Virg.

Quid non ebrietas designat? Operta recludit; / Spes jubet esse ratas; in prælia trudit inertem; / Sollicitis animis onus eximit; addocet artes—What does not drink effect? it unlocks secrets; bids our hopes to be realised; urges the dastard to the fight; lifts the load from troubled minds; teaches accomplishments. Hor.

Quid non mortalia pectora cogis, / Auri sacra 45 fames?—To what lust dost thou not drive mortal hearts, thou accursed lust for gold? Virg.

Quid nos dura refugimus / Ætas? Quid intactum nefasti / Liquimus?—What have we, a hardened generation, shrunk from? What have we, in our impiety, left inviolate? Hor.

Quid nunc—What now; a newsmonger.