Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)

Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of
mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields read more

Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of
mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers,
free from all anxieties of gain.
[Lat., Beatus ille qui procul negotiis,
Ut prisca gens mortalium,
Paterna rura bobus exercet suis,
Solutus omni faenore.]

Mad in the judgment of the mob, sane, perhaps, in yours.
[Lat., Demens
Judicio vulgi, sanus fortasse read more

Mad in the judgment of the mob, sane, perhaps, in yours.
[Lat., Demens
Judicio vulgi, sanus fortasse tuo.]

That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.
[Lat., Vitanda est improba--desidia.]

That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.
[Lat., Vitanda est improba--desidia.]

Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and to take as a
gift whatever the day brings read more

Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and to take as a
gift whatever the day brings forth.
[Lat., Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere: et
Quem Fors dierum cunque dabit, lucro
Appone.]

I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy
den, and none returning.
[Lat., Quia ne read more

I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy
den, and none returning.
[Lat., Quia ne vestigia terrent
Omnia te adversum spectantia, nulla retrosum.]