Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)

Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of
corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold read more

Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of
corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
[Lat., Millia frumenti tua triverit area centum.
Non tuus hinc capiet venter plus ac meus.]

All men do not, in fine, admire or love the same thing.

All men do not, in fine, admire or love the same thing.

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.]

Leuconoe, close the book of fate,
For troubles are in store,
. . . .
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Leuconoe, close the book of fate,
For troubles are in store,
. . . .
Live today, tomorrow is not.

It is right for him who asks forgiveness for his offenses to
grant it to others.
[Lat., Aequum read more

It is right for him who asks forgiveness for his offenses to
grant it to others.
[Lat., Aequum est
Peccatis veniam poscentem reddere rursus.]