Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
Wonder is involuntary praise.
One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.
The man that makes a character, makes foes.
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.