The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves. — Horace Copy Share Image
Let the character as it began be preserved to the last; and let it be consistent with itself. — Horace Copy Share Image
Think to yourself that every day is your last; the hour to which you do not look forward will come as a… — Horace Copy Share Image
Imagine every day to he 5 the last6 of a life surrounded with hopes, cares, anger, and fear. The hours, that come… — Horace Copy Share Image
Let hopes and sorrows, fears and angers be, And think each day that dawns the last you'll see; For so the hour… — Horace Copy Share Image
In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as if it… — Horace Copy Share Image
Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away. — Horace Copy Share Image
He that finds out he's changed his lot for worse, Let him betimes the untoward choice reverse: For still, when all is… — Horace Copy Share Image
Happy and thrice happy are those who enjoy an uninterrupted union, and whose love, unbroken by any sour complaints, shall not dissolve… — Horace Copy Share Image
Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day… — Horace Copy Share Image
I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge… — Horace Copy Share Image
Catch the opportunity while it lasts, and rely not on what the morrow may bring. — 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 Image
“Finxerunt animi, raro et perpauca loquentis. (To action little, less to words inclinded.)” — Horace Copy Share Image
No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water. — Horace Copy Share Image
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 Image
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.] — Horace Copy Share Image
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - It is a sweet and becoming thing to die for ones country. — Horace Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“You may drive out Nature with a pitchfork, yet she still will hurry back.” — Horace Copy Share Image
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