Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy all-powerful influence? — 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
Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine and anger to… — Horace Copy Share Image
Think of the wonders uncorked by wine! It opens secrets, gives heart to our hopes, pushes the cowardly into battle, lifts the… — 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
The cask will long retain the flavour of the wine with which it was first seasoned. — Horace Copy Share Image
Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul, gives being to our hopes, bids the coward flight, drives dull care… — 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
What wonders does not wine! It discloses secrets; ratifies and confirms our hopes; thrusts the coward forth to battle; eases the anxious… — Horace Copy Share Image
Who prates of war or want after his wine? [Lat., Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?] — Horace Copy Share Image
Not even for an hour can you bear to be alone, nor can you advantageously apply your leisure time, but you endeavor,… — Horace Copy Share Image
Pry not into the affairs of others, and keep secret that which has been entrusted to you, though sorely tempted by wine… — Horace Copy Share Image
Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, dry up in law; the Muses smell of wine. — Horace Copy Share Image
By wine eating cares are put to flight. [Lat., Vino diffugiunt mordaces curae.] — 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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