Then take, good sir, your pleasure while you may;
With life so short 'twere wrong to lose a day.
Quotes from The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace — John Conington
1825–1869 England
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O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers,
Why make such game of this poor life of ours?
The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869)
None knows the reason why this curse
Was sent on him, this love of making verse.
The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869)
Mere grace is not enough: a play should thrill
The hearer's soul, and move it at its will.
The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869)
What's kept at home you cancel by a stroke:
What's sent abroad you never can revoke.
The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869)
For easier 'tis to learn and recollect
What moves derision than what claims respect.
The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869)
Who hopes by strange variety to please,
Puts dolphins among forests, boars in seas.
The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869)
Virtue's a mere name,
Or 'tis high venture that achieves high aim.
The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869)
The gods implore
To crush the proud and elevate the poor.
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The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry of Horace (1869)
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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Conington (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.