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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

It is your concern when your neighbor’s wall is on fire.
HORACE

Fire Neighbor Wall
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
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
There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
HORACE

Perfect Perfect Happiness
People hiss at me, but I applaud myself in my own house, and at the same time contemplate the money in my chest.
HORACE

Country House People
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
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
HORACE

Home May Think
Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.
HORACE

Think Wise Write
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 resolve will make any port.
HORACE

Adversity Port Resolve
Punishment follows close on crime.
HORACE

Crime Follow Punishment
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
Who’s started has half finished.
HORACE

Finish Half Start
Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets’ being second-rate.
HORACE

Men Poetry Rate
Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.
HORACE

Fate Hand Name
He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.
HORACE

Mistake Ridiculous Same

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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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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