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

Face Good Men Sense
By the favour of the heavens
HORACE

Favour Heaven Religious
A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.
HORACE

Irrevocably Literature People Word
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
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
HORACE

Car Men Wheels
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
Not to be lost in idle admiration is the only sure means of making and preserving happiness.
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Admiration Lost Mean
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
What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.
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Eye Mind Trust
A man perfect to the finger tips.
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Finger Men Perfect
Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.
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Increase Money Owner Slave
Do not try to find out – we’re forbidden to know – what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.
HORACE

Destiny End Try
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
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Conceited Race Self
Let him who has enough ask for nothing more.
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Ask Enough Sufficiency
The envious pine at others’ success; no greater punishment than envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.
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Envy Punishment Tyrant
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]
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Joyful Moment Victory

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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