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Force without judgement falls on its own weight.
HORACE

Fall Peace War
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
HORACE

Home May Think
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
Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.
HORACE

Book Fate Live Today
In adversity, remember to keep an even mind.
HORACE

Adversity Inspirational Motivational
Get money; by just means. if you can; if not, still get money.
HORACE

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

Gravem Need War Wine
A good and faithful judge ever prefers the honorable to the expedient.
HORACE

Judge Justice Life Umpires
The explanation avails nothing, which in leading us from one difficulty involves us in another.
HORACE

Difficulty Explanation Involve
Don’t waste the opportunity.
HORACE

Country Opportunity People Waste
I would not exchange my life of ease and quiet for the riches of Arabia.
HORACE

Country Ease People Rich
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.]
HORACE

Authorship Care Write
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]
HORACE

Joyful Moment Victory
What prevents a man’s speaking good sense with a smile on his face?
HORACE

Face Good Men Sense
He will often have to scratch his head, and bite his nails to the quick. [To succeed he will have to puzzle his brains and work hard.]
HORACE

Brain Hard Work Nail
Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.
HORACE

Fault Imperfection Poetry

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