Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.

Men before you have quit smoking - you can too!

Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.

Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.

Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.