Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)

The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she
enthrones him in the heavens.
[Lat., Dignum read more

The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she
enthrones him in the heavens.
[Lat., Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori;
Coelo Musa beat.]

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.]

Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.
[Lat., Quisnam igitur sanus? Qui non stultus.]

Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.
[Lat., Quisnam igitur sanus? Qui non stultus.]

Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at
the wheels of her glittering car.
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Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at
the wheels of her glittering car.
[Lat., Fulgente trahit constrictos Gloria curru
Non minus ignotos generosis.]

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

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