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Horace

Life gives nothing to man without labor.
HORACE

Give Labor Life Men
The envious pine at others’ success; no greater punishment than envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.
HORACE

Envy Punishment Tyrant
Sad people dislike the happy, and the happy the sad; the quick thinking the sedate, and the careless the busy and industrious.
HORACE

Depress People Think
He who has begun has half done. Dare to be wise -begin!
HORACE

Motivational Positive Wise
Without love and laughter there is no joy; live amid love and laughter.
HORACE

Joy Laughter Love People
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
Having no business of his own to attend to, he busies himself with the affairs of others.
HORACE

Affair Business Other People
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
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
HORACE

Car Men Wheels
And I endeavour to subdue circumstances to myself, and not myself to circumstances. [Lat., Et mihi res, non me rebus, subjungere conor.]
HORACE

Circumstances Endeavor Myself
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
By the favour of the heavens
HORACE

Favour Heaven Religious
What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.
HORACE

Eye Mind Trust
Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.
HORACE

Think Wise Write
The good hate sin because they love virtue. [Lat., Oderunt peccare boni virtutis amore.]
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Hate Sin Virtue
In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by fire.
HORACE

Fern Field Fire Out

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