What did Horace mean by: This used to be among my prayers – a piece of land not so very large, which would contain a garden - Horace Copy
+ The jackdaw, stript of her stolen colours, provokes our laughter. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Color, Laughter, Stolen, 0 - Horace
+ Increasing wealth is attended by care and by the desire of greater increase. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Care, Desire, Riches, 0 - Horace
+ High descent and meritorious deeds, unless united to wealth, are as useless as seaweed. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Deeds, Useless, Wealth, 0 - Horace
+ Capture your reader, let him not depart, from dull beginnings that refuse to start Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Capture, Dull, 0 - Horace
+ Even virtue followed beyond reason’s rule May stamp the just man knave, the sage a fool. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Sage, 0 - Horace
+ Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, dry up in law; the Muses smell of wine. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Dry Up, Smell, Wine, 0 - Horace
+ Blend a little folly with thy worldly plans: it is delightful to give loose on a proper occasion. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Fool, Latin, 0 - Horace
+ He appears mad indeed but to a few, because the majority is infected with the same disease. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Horace, Insanity, Mad, Majority, 0 - Horace
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Gardening is an art form, but it has lost its sense of history. - William Howard Adams Historian · USA
You forget that the fruits belong to all and that the land belongs to no one. Explain - Jean-Jacques Rousseau Philosopher · Switzerland
We are all connected to the ocean. Without healthy oceans, no life, not even on land, can exist. - Jean-Michel Cousteau Oceanographer · France
Wherever love is, I want to be, I will follow it as surely as the land-locked salmon finds the sea. - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
