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

Horace

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
By the favour of the heavens
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Favour Heaven Religious
Having no business of his own to attend to, he busies himself with the affairs of others.
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Affair Business Other People
Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in privacy.
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Badly Life People Privacy
Never without a shilling in my purse.
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Emotion People Purse Shilling
What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.
HORACE

Eye Mind Trust
It is the false shame of fools to try to conceal wounds that have not healed.
HORACE

Exercise Health Try
People hiss at me, but I applaud myself in my own house, and at the same time contemplate the money in my chest.
HORACE

Country House People
Do not try to find out – we’re forbidden to know – what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.
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Destiny End Try
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.
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Home Life Night
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
Not to be lost in idle admiration is the only sure means of making and preserving happiness.
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Admiration Lost Mean
To please great men is not the last degree of praise.
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Degrees Last Men
With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.
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Love Ready Sweet
When evil times prevail, take care to preserve the serenity of your hear.
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Evil Life Serenity
There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
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Perfect Perfect Happiness

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

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