Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all… — Horace Copy Share Image
Evenhanded fate hath but one law for small and great; the ample urn holds all men's names. — Horace Copy Share Image
All else-valor, a good name, glory, everything in heaven and earth-is secondary to the charm of riches. — Horace Copy Share Image
In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken. [Lat., Omne capax movet urna nomen.] — Horace Copy Share Image
However rich or elevated, a name less something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune. — Horace Copy Share Image
You will not rightly call him a happy man who possesses much; he more rightly earns the name of happy who is… — Horace Copy Share Image
Even-handed fate Hath but one law for small and great: That ample urn holds all men's names. — Horace Copy Share Image
Joy, grief, desire or fear, whate'er the name The passion bears, its influence is the same; Where things exceed your hope or… — Horace Copy Share Image
He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to… — 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