Horace died on 27 November 8 B.C. at age fifty-seven.
"ridentem dicere verum / quid vetat" - What's wrong with someone laughing as they tell the truth?
"est modus in rebus, sunt certi denique fines / quos ultra citraque nequit consistere rectum" - there is a middle ground in things; there are, finally, definite boundaries, on either side of which Right is unable to take a stand
In short: whether a peaceful old age waits for me or death circles with black wings, rich, poor, at Rome, or if thus chance bids, an exile, whatever the complexion of my life, I will write.
"you can't stand your own company for an hour, you are unable to make good use of your leisure and, a fugitive and a wanderer, you avoid your very self, seeking one minute to drink away, the next to sleep away your troubles"
Hopeful in adversity, cautious in success is the heart well prepared for the opposite lot; Jupiter brings back the shapeless winters; he also takes them away; and not, if things go badly now, will it always be so: sometimes Apollo wakes his silent muse with his cithara; he doesn't always stretch his bow.