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Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.

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Horace
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Quintus Horatius Flaccus
Q. Horatius Flaccus
Horatius
Horatius Flaccus
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Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.
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