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Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.

Horace

The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.
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Plunder Time Year
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.)
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Men Time Year
What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.
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Eye Mind Trust
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
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Car Men Wheels
And I endeavour to subdue circumstances to myself, and not myself to circumstances. [Lat., Et mihi res, non me rebus, subjungere conor.]
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Circumstances Endeavor Myself
Half is done when the beginning is done.
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Country Half Happen People
Money is to be sought for first of all; virtue after wealth. [Lat., Quaerenda pecunia primum est; virtus post nummos.]
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First Money Wealth
Let the character as it began be preserved to the last; and let it be consistent with itself.
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Character Consistent Last
He who has begun has half done. Dare to be wise -begin!
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Motivational Positive Wise
Aiming at brevity, I become obscure.
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Aim Brevity Obscure
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.
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Essence Soul Yesterday
Remember to preserve a calm soul amid difficulties.
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Attitude Relax Soul
With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.
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Love Ready Sweet
The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.
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Enjoy God Mean Wealth
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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Fault Imperfection Poetry
The good hate sin because they love virtue. [Lat., Oderunt peccare boni virtutis amore.]
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Hate Sin Virtue

Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.

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Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.

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