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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

I have erected amonument more lasting than bronze.
HORACE

Appreciation Bronze Country People
I would not exchange my life of ease and quiet for the riches of Arabia.
HORACE

Country Ease People Rich
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
Life gives nothing to man without labor.
HORACE

Give Labor Life Men
Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.
HORACE

Book Fate Live Today
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
Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in privacy.
HORACE

Badly Life People Privacy
Get money; by just means. if you can; if not, still get money.
HORACE

Mean Money Stills
Anger is brief madness
HORACE

Anger Brief Madness
With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.
HORACE

Love Ready Sweet
The envious pine at others’ success; no greater punishment than envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.
HORACE

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

Fire Neighbor Wall
To please great men is not the last degree of praise.
HORACE

Degrees Last Men
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
He who has begun has half done. Dare to be wise -begin!
HORACE

Motivational Positive Wise
Rule your mind or it will rule you.
HORACE

Inspirational Life Motivational

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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