Horace
Horace
Quintus Horatius Flaccus, known in the English-speaking world as Horace, was the leading Roman lyric poet during the time of Augustus. The rhetorician Quintilian regarded his Odes as just about the only Latin lyrics worth reading: "He can be lofty sometimes, yet he is also full of charm and grace, versatile in his figures, and felicitously daring in his choice of words."...
NationalityRoman
ProfessionPoet
evil age wickedness
What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
life evil serenity
When evil times prevail, take care to preserve the serenity of your hear.
war two evil
In love there are two evils: war and peace.
fall evil use
In avoiding one evil we fall into another, if we use not discretion.
home evil shrews
In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a shrew.]
wall evil done
Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.
evil pluck
Better one thorn pluck'd out than all remain.
grandparent evil bears
Our parents, worse than our grandparents, gave birth to us who are worse than they, and we shall in our turn bear offspring still more evil.
country evil fearless
Our country right or wrong is an evil motto - what if your country be in the wrong? It will only compound her injury. I wish to serve the republic with an honest and fearless criticism.
punishment evil prevention
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it can never be made impulsive to good.
adversity evil mercy
Much that we call evil is really good in disguises; and we should not quarrel rashly with adversities not yet understood, nor overlook the mercies often bound up in them.
reality men evil
If evil is inevitable, how are the wicked accountable? Nay, why do we call men wicked at all? Evil is inevitable, but is also remediable.
night fire evil
Temptation is a fearful word. It indicates the beginning of a possible series of infinite evils. It is the ringing of an alarm bell, whose melancholy sounds may reverberate through eternity. Like the sudden, sharp cry of "Fire!" under our windows by night, it should rouse us to instantaneous action, and brace every muscle to its highest tension.
philosophy cutting evil
Both poetry and philosophy are prodigal of eulogy over the mind which ransoms itself by its own energy from a captivity to custom, which breaks the common bounds of empire, and cuts a Simplon over mountains of difficulty for its own purposes, whether of good or of evil.