A Quote by Horace

Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. [Lat., Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres.]

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Roman - Poet
65 BC - 8 BC

Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.

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Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.

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Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.

Horace

Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.

Horace

Death is not grievous to me, for I shall lay aside my pains by death. [Lat., Nec mihi mors gravis est posituro morte dolores.]

Ovid

Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

Horace

I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried- "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!

John Keats

An honorable death is better than a dishonorable life. [Lat., Honesta mors turpi vita potior.]

Tacitus

In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.]

Horace

We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws. [Lat., Tendimus huc omnes; metam properamus ad unam. Omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas.]

Ovid

Let those who have deserved their punishment, bear it patiently. [Lat., Aequo animo poenam, qui meruere, ferant.]

Ovid

Either a peaceful old age awaits me, or death flies round me with black wings. [Lat., Seu me tranquilla senectus Exspectat, seu mors atris circumvolat alis.]

Horace

X. I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!” XI. I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side. XII. And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing.

John Keats

Death when to death a death by death hath given Then shall be op't the long shut gates of heaven. [Mors, mortis morti mortem nisi morte dedisset (dedisses).]

Thomas Heywood

Every man should measure himself by his own standard. [Lat., Metiri se quemque suo modulo ac pede verum est.]

Horace

Justice, though moving with tardy pace, has seldom failed to overtake the wicked in their flight. [Lat., Raro antecedentem scelestum Deseruit pede poena claudo.]

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