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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
Let the character as it began be preserved to the last; and let it be consistent with itself.
HORACE

Character Consistent Last
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
HORACE

Home May Think
The explanation avails nothing, which in leading us from one difficulty involves us in another.
HORACE

Difficulty Explanation Involve
How slight and insignificant is the thing which casts down or restores a mind greedy for praise.
HORACE

Greedy Mind Praise
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
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
Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.
HORACE

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
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
In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by fire.
HORACE

Fern Field Fire Out
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.
HORACE

Discarde Perceive Return
The envious pine at others’ success; no greater punishment than envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.
HORACE

Envy Punishment Tyrant
There is a middle ground in things.
HORACE

Ground Latin Middle
Let him who has enough ask for nothing more.
HORACE

Ask Enough Sufficiency
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

Life gives nothing to man without labor.

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