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Verses devoid of substance, melodious trifles. [Lat., Versus inopes rerum, nugaeque canorae.]

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Horace
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Quintus Horatius Flaccus
Q. Horatius Flaccus
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Mighty to inspire new hopes, and able to drown the bitterness of cares.
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Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.
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Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.
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