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
work grants hard
Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work.
war wine hardship
Who after wine, talks of wars hardships or of poverty.
hard-times prosperity equanimity
In hard times, no less than in prosperity, preserve equanimity.
nuts olives hard
There is nothing hard inside the olive; nothing hard outside the nut.
hard-work brain nails
He will often have to scratch his head, and bite his nails to the quick. [To succeed he will have to puzzle his brains and work hard.]
patience can-not hard
It is hard! But what can not be removed, becomes lighter through patience.
choose equal hard powers subject suited unable writers-and-writing
You who write, choose a subject suited to your abilities and think long and hard on what your powers are equal to and what they are unable to perform.
basketball blessed complain glad good hard hear jobs labor living stayed
I think of everything I have been through... It makes me see how blessed I am. I've done real hard labor, working as an electrician and stuff. I was out of basketball, working labor jobs to make money. I could have stayed there, done the work, and made a pretty good living for my family. But I couldn't let basketball go. I had to see this all the way through, and I am glad I did. You will never hear me complain. I have nothing to complain about. I've been on the other side. I know how it is in the real world.
hard shooting
I'm shooting for longevity. The road is hard on your body.
approval greek-poet pleasant
He gains everyone's approval who mixes the pleasant with the useful.
disgrace greek-poet keeps
The disgrace of others often keeps tender minds from vice.
greek-poet
He has the deed half done who has made a beginning.
discover greek-poet passed returns road strange travel
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
greek-poet man
The man is either mad, or he is making verses.