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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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Force without judgement falls on its own weight.
HORACE

Fall Peace War
The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.
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Plunder Time Year
Let him who has once perceived how much that, which has been discarded, excels that which he has longed for, return at once, and seek again that which he despised.
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Discarde Perceive Return
Let him who has enough ask for nothing more.
HORACE

Ask Enough Sufficiency
A man perfect to the finger tips.
HORACE

Finger Men Perfect
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
Get money; by just means. if you can; if not, still get money.
HORACE

Mean Money Stills
He who has begun has half done. Dare to be wise -begin!
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Motivational Positive Wise
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
HORACE

Home May Think
To please great men is not the last degree of praise.
HORACE

Degrees Last Men
Take as a gift whatever the day brings forth.
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Emotion Forth Future Thankful
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.]
HORACE

Death King Tower
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
HORACE

Conceited Race Self
What it is forbidden to be put right becomes lighter by acceptance.
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Acceptance Forbidden Lighter
Often turn the stile [correct with care], if you expect to write anything worthy of being read twice. [Lat., Saepe stilum vertas, iterum quae digna legi sint Scripturus.]
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Authorship Care Write
In adversity, remember to keep an even mind.
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Adversity Inspirational Motivational

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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