Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.
HoraceThe trainer trains the docile horse to turn, with his sensitive neck, whichever way the rider indicates.
HoraceThose unacquainted with the world take pleasure in intimacy with great men; those who are wiser fear the consequences.
HoraceRemember you must die whether you sit about moping all day long or whether on feast days you stretch out in a green field, happy with a bottle of Falernian from your innermost cellar.
Horace