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
avoid cottage favourites greatness happiness kings
Avoid greatness; in a cottage there may be more real happiness than kings or their favourites enjoy.
deal great poet tribe
I put up with a great deal to pacify the touchy tribe of poets.
cost good great guidance million raising subscriber
Their subscriber acquisition cost was great for the quarter, and raising guidance to 6.2 million was good news.
community direction district great help opportunity work
It's great to have the opportunity to be able to come to Diboll and work with the community and work with the children, and be able to go into another direction and help the district excel.
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