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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

The arrow will not always find the mark intended.
HORACE

Arrows Intent Mark 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
Half is done when the beginning is done.
HORACE

Country Half Happen People
Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.
HORACE

Increase Money Owner Slave
Force without judgement falls on its own weight.
HORACE

Fall Peace War
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
He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.
HORACE

Mistake Ridiculous Same
Life gives nothing to man without labor.
HORACE

Give Labor Life Men
Who’s started has half finished.
HORACE

Finish Half Start
There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
HORACE

Perfect Perfect Happiness
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
What prevents a man’s speaking good sense with a smile on his face?
HORACE

Face Good Men Sense
In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by fire.
HORACE

Fern Field Fire Out
Aiming at brevity, I become obscure.
HORACE

Aim Brevity Obscure
Anger is brief madness
HORACE

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

Gravem Need War Wine

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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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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