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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

Let him who has enough ask for nothing more.
HORACE

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

Mean Money Stills
A good and faithful judge ever prefers the honorable to the expedient.
HORACE

Judge Justice Life Umpires
Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
HORACE

Guest Storm Willing
I would not exchange my life of ease and quiet for the riches of Arabia.
HORACE

Country Ease People Rich
Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets’ being second-rate.
HORACE

Men Poetry Rate
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.
HORACE

Essence Soul Yesterday
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]
HORACE

Joyful Moment Victory
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.
HORACE

Last Poverty Wing
The good hate sin because they love virtue. [Lat., Oderunt peccare boni virtutis amore.]
HORACE

Hate Sin Virtue
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 impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?.
HORACE

Grief Limit Men
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
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
HORACE

Conceited Race Self
Gold will be slave or master.
HORACE

Gold Master People Slave
What it is forbidden to be put right becomes lighter by acceptance.
HORACE

Acceptance Forbidden Lighter

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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