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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

Get money; by just means. if you can; if not, still get money.
HORACE

Mean Money Stills
Nor let a god come in, unless the difficulty be worthy of such an intervention. [Lat., Nec deus intersit nisi dignus vindice nodus.]
HORACE

Difficulty Intervention Worthy
A good and faithful judge ever prefers the honorable to the expedient.
HORACE

Judge Justice Life Umpires
He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.
HORACE

Mistake Ridiculous Same
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
There is a middle ground in things.
HORACE

Ground Latin Middle
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.)
HORACE

Men Time Year
Having no business of his own to attend to, he busies himself with the affairs of others.
HORACE

Affair Business Other People
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
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]
HORACE

Joyful Moment Victory
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
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
HORACE

Car Men Wheels
Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow!
HORACE

Day Morrow Seize Trust
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
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

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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