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He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.

Horace

What it is forbidden to be put right becomes lighter by acceptance.
HORACE

Acceptance Forbidden Lighter
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
Take as a gift whatever the day brings forth.
HORACE

Emotion Forth Future Thankful
The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the shadowy Plutonian home.
HORACE

Home Life Night
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
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
Aiming at brevity, I become obscure.
HORACE

Aim Brevity Obscure
Being, be bold and venture to be wise.
HORACE

Military Venture Wise
Sapere aude. Dare to be wise.
HORACE

Being Knowledge Wise
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
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]
HORACE

Joyful Moment Victory
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
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
HORACE

Conceited Race Self
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

Fault Imperfection Poetry
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
Life gives nothing to man without labor.
HORACE

Give Labor Life Men

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