A Quote by Horace
If you rank me with the lyric poets, my exalted head shall strike the stars.
[Lat., Quod si me lyricis vatibus inseris,
Sublimi feriam sidera vertice.]
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They send their shout to the stars.
[Lat., Clamorem ad sidera mittunt.]
What, if as said, man is a bubble.
[Lat., Quod, ut dictur, si est homo bulla, eo magis senex.]
What greater or better gift can we offer the republic than to teach and instruct our youth?
[Lat., Quod enim munus reiplicae afferre majus, meliusve possumus, quam si docemus atque erudimus juventutem?]
I shall strike the stars with my uplifted head.
He despises what he sought; and he seeks that which he lately threw away.
[Lat., Quod petit spernit, repetit quod nuper omisit.]
No one sees what is before his feet: we all gaze at the stars.
[Lat., Quod est ante pedes nemo spectat: coeli scrutantur plagas.]
What is lawful is undesirable; what is unlawful is very attractive.
[Lat., Quod licet est ingratum quod non licet acrius urit.]
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
[Lat., Hei mihi! quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis.]
Guess, if you can, and choose, if you dare.
[Lat., Devine, si tu peux, et choisis, si tu l'oses.]
Know not what you know, and see not what you see.
[Lat., Etiam illud quod scies nesciveris;
Ne videris quod videris.]
Of what use is a fortune to me, if I cannot use it?
[Lat., Quo mihi fortunam, si non conceditur uti?]
This letter gives me a tongue; and were I not allowed to write, I should be dumb.
[Lat., Praebet mihi littera linguam:
Et, si non liceat scribere, mutus ero.]
So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
In this long war beneath the stars;
So shall a glory wreathe my head,
So shall I faint and show the scars,
Until this case, this clogging mould,
Be smithied all to kingly gold.
I'm much better at fixing or changing a melody to suit me than I would a lyric. But for me, everything is lyric. It has to be true for me to say it.
Lord, I am no longer my own, but Yours. Put me to what You will, rank me with whom You will. Let be employed by You or laid aside for You, exalted for You or brought low by You. Let me have all things, let me have nothing, I freely and heartily yield all things to Your pleasure and disposal. And now, O glorious and blessed God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, You are mine and I am Yours. So be it. Amen.
There is nothing which God cannot do.
[Lat., Nihil est quod deus efficere non possit.]
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