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
asking count everyday fortune grants happen refrain
Refrain from asking what is going to happen tomorrow, and everyday that fortune grants you, count as gain.
fit fortune greek-poet large shoe small trips
If a man's fortune does not fit him, it is like the shoe in the story; if too large it trips him up, if too small it pinches him.
adversity genius fortune
Adversity reveals the genius of a general; good fortune conceals it.
sports human-life fortune
Ah Fortune, what god is more cruel to us than thou! How thou delightest ever to make sport of human life!
truth moderation fortune
Receive, dear friend, the truths I teach, So shalt thou live beyond the reach Of adverse Fortune's pow'r; Not always tempt the distant deep, Nor always timorously creep Along the treach'rous shore.
wealth fortune nameless
Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to our insufficient fortune.
fortune incomplete
Something is always wanting to incomplete fortune. [Lat., Curtae nescio quid semper abest rei.]
money use fortune
Of what use is a fortune to me, if I cannot use it? [Lat., Quo mihi fortunam, si non conceditur uti?]
struggle
I struggle to be brief, and I become obscure.
fathers though
Though guiltless, you must expiate your fathers' sins.
approval greek-poet pleasant
He gains everyone's approval who mixes the pleasant with the useful.
disgrace greek-poet keeps
The disgrace of others often keeps tender minds from vice.
greek-poet
He has the deed half done who has made a beginning.
discover greek-poet passed returns road strange travel
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.