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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

Being, be bold and venture to be wise.
HORACE

Military Venture Wise
The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.
HORACE

Cover Lake Rivers Sea
I praise her (Fortune) while she lasts; if she shakes her quick wings, I resign what she has given, and take refuge in my own virtue, and seek honest undowered Poverty.
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Last Poverty Wing
Who’s started has half finished.
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Finish Half Start
Anger is brief madness
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Anger Brief Madness
A good resolve will make any port.
HORACE

Adversity Port Resolve
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.
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Owner Poor Thief
A man perfect to the finger tips.
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Finger Men Perfect
Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
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Guest Storm Willing
He who has begun has half done. Dare to be wise -begin!
HORACE

Motivational Positive Wise
Without love and laughter there is no joy; live amid love and laughter.
HORACE

Joy Laughter Love People
The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.
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Plunder Time Year
Joys do not fall to the rich alone; nor has he lived ill of whose birth and death no one took note.
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Birth Fall Joy Note
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
There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
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Perfect Perfect Happiness
Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.
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Book Fate Live Today

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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