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Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. [Lat., Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres.]

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Life gives nothing to man without labor.
HORACE

Give Labor Life Men
I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge in my own virtue, and seek honest undowered Poverty.
HORACE

Last Poverty Wing
Who prates of war or want after his wine? [Lat., Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?]
HORACE

Gravem Need War Wine
The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.
HORACE

Cover Lake Rivers Sea
A good and faithful judge ever prefers the honorable to the expedient.
HORACE

Judge Justice Life Umpires
Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday’s excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.
HORACE

Essence Soul Yesterday
I would not exchange my life of ease and quiet for the riches of Arabia.
HORACE

Country Ease People Rich
Punishment follows close on crime.
HORACE

Crime Follow Punishment
Not to be lost in idle admiration is the only sure means of making and preserving happiness.
HORACE

Admiration Lost Mean
Anger is brief madness
HORACE

Anger Brief Madness
A man perfect to the finger tips.
HORACE

Finger Men Perfect
One cannot know everything.
HORACE

Everything Know Knowledge
There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
HORACE

Perfect Perfect Happiness
Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)
HORACE

Men Time Year
Remember to be calm in adversity.
HORACE

Adversity Calm Remember
Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.
HORACE

Fate Hand Name

Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. [Lat., Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres.]

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Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. [Lat., Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres.]

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