Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)

Humble things become the humble.
[Lat., Parvum parva decent.]

Humble things become the humble.
[Lat., Parvum parva decent.]

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.]

You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for
hide, . . . a hog from Epicurus' herd.
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You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for
hide, . . . a hog from Epicurus' herd.
[Lat., Me pinguem et nitidum bene curata cute vises,
. . . Epicuri de grege porcum.]

The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the
kite the covered hook.
[Lat., Cautus read more

The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the
kite the covered hook.
[Lat., Cautus enim metuit foveam lupus, accipiterque
Suspectos laqueos, et opertum milvius hamum.]

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.]