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The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.

Horace

A good resolve will make any port.
HORACE

Adversity Port Resolve
Aiming at brevity, I become obscure.
HORACE

Aim Brevity Obscure
The envious pine at others’ success; no greater punishment than envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.
HORACE

Envy Punishment Tyrant
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
It is but a poor establishment where there are not many superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go to the thieves.
HORACE

Owner Poor Thief
Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.
HORACE

Birth Fall Joy Note
Get money; by just means. if you can; if not, still get money.
HORACE

Mean Money Stills
It is the false shame of fools to try to conceal wounds that have not healed.
HORACE

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

Gravem Need War Wine
What prevents a man’s speaking good sense with a smile on his face?
HORACE

Face Good Men Sense
Death’s dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.
HORACE

Dark Death Needs
The arrow will not always find the mark intended.
HORACE

Arrows Intent Mark People
Money is to be sought for first of all; virtue after wealth. [Lat., Quaerenda pecunia primum est; virtus post nummos.]
HORACE

First Money Wealth
How slight and insignificant is the thing which casts down or restores a mind greedy for praise.
HORACE

Greedy Mind Praise
The good hate sin because they love virtue. [Lat., Oderunt peccare boni virtutis amore.]
HORACE

Hate Sin Virtue
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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