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
Busy not yourself in looking forward to the events of to-morrow; but whatever may be those of the days Providence may yet… — Horace Copy Share Image
Drive Nature forth by force, she'll turn and rout The false refinements that would keep her out. — Horace Copy Share Image
Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt. — Horace Copy Share Image
Painters and poets alike have always had license to dare anything! We know that, and we both claim and allow to others… — Horace Copy Share Image
The trainer trains the docile horse to turn, with his sensitive neck, whichever way the rider indicates. — Horace Copy Share Image
Our parents, worse than our grandparents, gave birth to us who are worse than they, and we shall in our turn bear… — Horace Copy Share Image
"Painters and poets," you say, "have always had an equal license in bold invention." We know; we claim the liberty for ourselves… — Horace Copy Share Image
It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher? — Horace Copy Share Image
Often you must turn your stylus to erase, if you hope to write anything worth a second reading. — Horace Copy Share Image
I am not bound over to swear allegiance to any master; where the storm drives me I turn in for shelter. — Horace Copy Share Image
Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour. — Horace Copy Share Image
O drink is mighty! secrets it unlocks, Turns hope to fact, sets cowards on to box, Takes burdens from the careworn, finds… — Horace Copy Share Image
Those who say nothing about their poverty will obtain more than those who turn beggars. — Horace Copy Share Image
Let this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale. — Horace Copy Share Image
Our sires' age was worse than our grandsires'. We their sons are more worthless than they: so in our turn we shall… — Horace Copy Share Image
Often turn the stile [correct with care], if you expect to write anything worthy of being read twice. [Lat., Saepe stilum vertas,… — 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