Horace Quotes About Death

Quotes about: Death

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

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  Death, Kings, Men

• Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this side of the river. But those who when they know the law follow the path of the law, they shall reach the other shore and go beyond the realm of death.

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  Death, Running, Law

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

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  Death, Kings, Feet

• Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

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  Death, Time, Memories

  Horace, Edward Henry Blakeney (1970). “Horace on the art of poetry: Latin text, English prose translation, introduction and notes, together with Ben Jonson's English verse rendering”, Books for Libraries

• I shall not altogether die.

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  Death, Dies

  Odes bk. 3, no. 30, l. 6

• In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken.
  [Lat., Omne capax movet urna nomen.]

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  Death, Names

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

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  Death, Art, Kings

• Death is the last limit of all things.

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  Death, Lasts, Limits

• Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.

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  Death, Matter, Boundaries

  Horace (1863). “The Works of Horace”, p.262

• I shall not wholly die, and a great part of me will escape the grave.

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  Death, Dying, Graves

• He that cuts off twenty years of life
  Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

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  Death, Suicide, Cutting

• One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once.
  [Lat., Omnes una manet nox,
  Et calcanda semel via leti.]

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  Death, Night, Way

• Death's dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.

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  Death, Dark, Needs

  Horace (1963). “The Complete Works of 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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  Death, Kings, Towers

• We are all compelled to take the same road; from the urn of death, shaken for all, sooner or later the lot must come forth.
  [Lat., Omnes eodem cogimur; omnium
  Versatur urna serius, ocius
  Sors exitura.]

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  Death, Sooner Or Later, Compelled

• One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.

  Horace

  Death, Night, Path

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