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Who prates of war or want after his wine? [Lat., Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?]

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Force without judgement falls on its own weight.
HORACE

Fall Peace War
Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets’ being second-rate.
HORACE

Men Poetry Rate
He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.
HORACE

Mistake Ridiculous Same
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
HORACE

Home May Think
What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?.
HORACE

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

Mean Money Stills
Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.
HORACE

Guest Storm Willing
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
The explanation avails nothing, which in leading us from one difficulty involves us in another.
HORACE

Difficulty Explanation Involve
The good hate sin because they love virtue. [Lat., Oderunt peccare boni virtutis amore.]
HORACE

Hate Sin Virtue
Gold will be slave or master.
HORACE

Gold Master People Slave
Life gives nothing to man without labor.
HORACE

Give Labor Life Men
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
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

Who prates of war or want after his wine? [Lat., Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?]

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