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“Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurret et mala perrumpet furtim fastidia victrix. (Drive Nature out with a pitchfork, she'll come right back, Victorious over your ignorant confident scorn.)”

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Book:The Epistles of Horace
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The Epistles of Horace

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Horace, a renowned Roman poet, is celebrated for his elegant Latin style and profound philosophical thoughts. His works span a variety of genres, from satire to odes, and have had a profound impact on literature throughout history. more

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Book:The Roman Way
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“Ode I.11 Leucon, no one's allowed to know his fate, Not you, not me: don't ask, don't hunt for answers In tea leaves or palms. Be patient with whatever comes. This could be our last winter, it could be many More, pounding the Tuscan Sea on these rocks: Do what you must, be wise, cut your vines And forget about hope. Time goes running, even As we talk. Take the present, the future's no one's affair”

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Book:The Essential Horace: Odes, Epodes, Satires and Epistles
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