Horace
Horace
Quintus Horatius Flaccus, known in the English-speaking world as Horace, was the leading Roman lyric poet during the time of Augustus. The rhetorician Quintilian regarded his Odes as just about the only Latin lyrics worth reading: "He can be lofty sometimes, yet he is also full of charm and grace, versatile in his figures, and felicitously daring in his choice of words."...
NationalityRoman
ProfessionPoet
basketball blessed complain glad good hard hear jobs labor living stayed
I think of everything I have been through... It makes me see how blessed I am. I've done real hard labor, working as an electrician and stuff. I was out of basketball, working labor jobs to make money. I could have stayed there, done the work, and made a pretty good living for my family. But I couldn't let basketball go. I had to see this all the way through, and I am glad I did. You will never hear me complain. I have nothing to complain about. I've been on the other side. I know how it is in the real world.
guilty pale secrets turn wall
Be this your wall of brass, to have no guilty secrets, no wrong-doing that makes you turn pale
absurd birth mountains
Mountains will be in labour, and the birth will be an absurd little mouse.
pleasure profit reader vote won
He has won every vote who mingles profit with pleasure, by delighting and instructing the reader at the same time.
city country distant oh praise rome stars
In Rome you long for the country; in the country oh inconstant! you praise the distant city to the stars
finally material morally victory
Finally we have a victory, not only morally but also in a material sense,
guilt man upright
The man of upright life, unstained by guilt
decides effectual happily humorous importance jest matters
A jest often decides matters of importance more effectual and happily than seriousness.
greek-poet
Who then is free? The wise man who can command himself.
cruel kindly mother strive sweet
I am not what I was when kindly Cinara was queen. Strive no more, cruel mother of sweet loves.
city country distant oh praise rome stars
In Rome you long for the country; in the country oh inconstant! you praise the distant city to the stars
grief wish
If you wish me to weep, you must first show grief yourself.
struggle
I struggle to be brief, and I become obscure.
folly greeks
For every folly of their princes, the Greeks feel the lash.