Horace on Death
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“Cita mors ruit.
Swift death rushes upon us.”
“Omne capax movet urna nomen.
In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken.”
“Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
Sweet and glorious it is to die for our country.”
“Omnes una manet nox, Et calcanda semel via leti.
One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once.”
“Pallida mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres.
Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.”
“Omnes eodem cogimur; omnium Versatur urna serius, ocius Sors exitura.
We are all compelled to take the same road; from the urn of death, shaken for all, sooner or later the lot must come forth.”