Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)

Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]

Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]

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.]

The footsteps are terrifying, all coming towards you and none
going back again.
[Lat., Vestigia terrent
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The footsteps are terrifying, all coming towards you and none
going back again.
[Lat., Vestigia terrent
Omnia te adversum spectantia, nulla retrorsum.]

What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so
beloved?
[Lat., Quis desiderio read more

What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so
beloved?
[Lat., Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus
Tam cari capitis?]

He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on
artificial wings fastened on with wax, and read more

He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on
artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his
name to a glassy sea.
[Lat., Pindarum quisquis studet aemulari,
Iule ceratis ope Daedalea
Nititur pennis, vitreo daturus
Nomina ponto.]