No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water. — Horace Copy Share Image
Virtuosi have been long remarked to have little conscience in their favorite pursuits. A man will steal a rarity who would cut… — Horace Copy Share Image
We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously. — Horace Copy Share Image
Come boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our… — Horace Copy Share Image
In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town. — Horace Copy Share Image
It is of no consequence of what parents a man is born, as long as he be a man of merit. — Horace Copy Share Image
The cask will long retain the flavour of the wine with which it was first seasoned. — Horace Copy Share Image
I, too, am indignant when the worthy Homer nods; yet in a long work it is allowable for sleep to creep over… — Horace Copy Share Image
Remember you must die whether you sit about moping all day long or whether on feast days you stretch out in a… — 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