The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

What pleasure does it give to be rid of one thorn out of many? If you don’t know how to live
right, give way to those who are expert at it. You have had enough fun, eaten and drunk enough:
time you were off.
‘Epistles’ bk. 2, no. 2, l. 212
Beatus ille, qui procul negotiis,
Ut prisca gens mortalium,
Paterna rura bubus exercet suis,
Solutus omni faenore.
Happy the man who, far away from business, like the race of men of old, tills his ancestral
fields with his own oxen, unbound by any interest to pay.
‘Epodes’ epode 2, l. 1
Indocilis pauperiem pati.
Untaught to bear poverty.
‘Odes’ bk. 1, no. 1, l. 18
Quodsi me lyricis vatibus inseres,
Sublimi feriam sidera vertice.
And if you include me among the lyric poets, I’ll hold my head so high it’ll strike the stars.
‘Odes’ bk. 1, no. 1, l. 35
Animae dimidium meae.
Half my own soul.
‘Odes’ bk. 1, no. 3, l. 8 (referring to Virgil)
Illi robur et aes triplex
Circa pectus erat, qui fragilem truci
Commisit pelago ratem
Primus.
His breast must have been girded round with oak and triple bronze, who first launched his frail
boat on the rough sea.
‘Odes’ bk. 1, no. 3, l. 9
Pallida Mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas
Regumque turris.
Pale Death breaks into the cottages of the poor as into the castles of kings.
‘Odes’ bk. 1, no. 4, l. 13
Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat incohare longam.
Life’s short span forbids us to enter on far-reaching hopes.
‘Odes’ bk. 1, no. 4, l. 15
Nil desperandum.
Never despair.
‘Odes’ bk. 1, no. 7, l. 27