Horace et al.

My body formed of clay is but the heart’s chalice, My ideas thought out are but the heart’s new wine. Knowledge, all of it, is a seed in ...

As soon as my heart was set ablaze by your love, Everything I owned turned to ash but love for you. Learning, lessons, books, all of it pu...

Doctōrī ēbrius me ō ōlim dīxī, “Dē quō nōn est et est fac ut cognoscam.” Responsum mī tum dedit et dīxit, “Abī; Turbā cūrās tuās ten e ...

Quī m ē in flammās imposuit terrārum, Centum linguās ignis in linguā posuit. Cum circum mē ūreret ignis passim, Suspīrium traxī, posuitq...

Noctū vēnit amīcus affābiliter Noctī iubeō ne dīcat arcāna mea Nox dīxit “pēs et caput aspectā mē; Est sōl tibi, ut afferam ad t e aurō...

In turbō nōs diū morātī sumus at Illīs fide nec color fuit necque odor Turbae lateāmus rectius nōs esset, Tamquam ignis in sax ō et in f...

Arcān a ego ēmittere iam nōn possum. Dignē tum e a āmittere iam nōn possum. Est in mē quod tenet mihī gaudium, sed Ad hoc digitum inte...