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Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.

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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.)
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Men Time Year
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.]
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Brain Hard Work Nail
When evil times prevail, take care to preserve the serenity of your hear.
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Evil Life Serenity
Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.
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Book Fate Live Today
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
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.
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Fault Imperfection Poetry
What it is forbidden to be put right becomes lighter by acceptance.
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Acceptance Forbidden Lighter
The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.
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Enjoy God Mean Wealth
To please great men is not the last degree of praise.
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Degrees Last Men
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.
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Essence Soul Yesterday
What do sad complaints avail if the offense is not cut down by punishment.
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Anger Cut Punishment
Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
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Guest Storm Willing
Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.
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Think Wise Write
Don’t waste the opportunity.
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Country Opportunity People Waste
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
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Car Men Wheels
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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Death King Tower

Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.

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