Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king. — Horace Copy Share Image
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings. — Horace Copy Share Image
Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. — Horace Copy Share Image
Keep clear of courts: a homely life transcends The vaunted bliss of monarchs and their friends. — Horace Copy Share Image
Avoid greatness in a cottage there may be more real happiness than kings or their favourites enjoy. — Horace Copy Share Image
Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces. — Horace Copy Share Image
If it is well with your belly, chest and feet - the wealth of kings can't give you more. — Horace Copy Share Image
Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. [Lat., Pallida mors aequo pulsat… — Horace Copy Share Image
Who guides below, and rules above, The great disposer, and the mighty king; Than He none greater, next Him none, That can… — Horace Copy Share Image
Wise were the kings who never chose a friend till with full cups they had unmasked his soul, and seen the bottom… — Horace Copy Share Image
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us… — Horace Copy Share
“Finxerunt animi, raro et perpauca loquentis. (To action little, less to words inclinded.)” — Horace Copy Share
No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water. — Horace Copy Share
Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind. — Horace Copy Share
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.] — Horace Copy Share
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - It is a sweet and becoming thing to die for ones country. — Horace Copy Share
Neither men, nor gods, nor booksellers' shelves permit ordinary poets to exist. [Lat., Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae.] — Horace Copy Share
Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments. — Horace Copy Share
Avoid inquisitive persons, for they are sure to be gossips, their ears are open to hear, but they will not keep what is entrusted… — Horace Copy Share
There is a proper measure in all things, certain limits beyond which and short of which right is not to be found. Who so… — Horace Copy Share
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death. — Horace Copy Share