In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town. — Horace Copy Share Image
I live and reign since I have abandoned those pleasures which you by your praises extol to the skies. [Lat., Vivo et… — Horace Copy Share Image
How does it happen, Maecenas, that no one is content with that lot in life which he has chosen, or which chance… — Horace Copy Share Image
False praise can please, and calumny affright None but the vicious, and the hypocrite. — Horace Copy Share Image
The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she enthrones him in the heavens. — Horace Copy Share Image
How slight and insignificant is the thing which casts down or restores a mind greedy for praise. — 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
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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