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

Horace

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
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 adversity, remember to keep an even mind.
HORACE

Adversity Inspirational Motivational
With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.
HORACE

Love Ready Sweet
Half is done when the beginning is done.
HORACE

Country Half Happen People
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
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
Don’t waste the opportunity.
HORACE

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

Men Poetry Rate
Remember to be calm in adversity.
HORACE

Adversity Calm Remember
It is your concern when your neighbor’s wall is on fire.
HORACE

Fire Neighbor Wall
The envious pine at others’ success; no greater punishment than envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.
HORACE

Envy Punishment Tyrant
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
Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)
HORACE

Men Time Year

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