Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)

Busy idleness urges us on.
[Lat., Strenua nos exercet inertia.]

Busy idleness urges us on.
[Lat., Strenua nos exercet inertia.]

I court not the votes of the fickle mob.
[Lat., Non ego ventosae plebis suffragia venor.]

I court not the votes of the fickle mob.
[Lat., Non ego ventosae plebis suffragia venor.]

They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy
idleness possesses us: we seek a read more

They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy
idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and
carriages: the object of our search is present with us.
[Lat., Coelum, non animum mutant, qui trans mare currunt.
Strenua nos exercet inertia, navibus atque
Quadrigis petimus bene vivere; quod petis hic est.]

To please great men is not the last degree of praise.
[Lat., Principibus placuisse viris non ultima laus est.]

To please great men is not the last degree of praise.
[Lat., Principibus placuisse viris non ultima laus est.]

As a neighboring funeral terrifies sick misers, and fear obliges
them to have some regard for themselves; so, the read more

As a neighboring funeral terrifies sick misers, and fear obliges
them to have some regard for themselves; so, the disgrace of
others will often deter tender minds from vice.
[Lat., Avidos vicinum funus ut aegros
Exanimat, mortisque metu sibi parcere cogit;
Sic teneros animos aliena opprobria saepe
Absterrent vitiis.]