I do not hate the man, but his vices.
MARTIAL- It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, “I will live.” To-morrow’s life is too late; live to-day.
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It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, “I will live.” To-morrow’s life is too late; live to-day.
More Martial Quotes
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I do not hate the man, but his vices.
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Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
MARTIALEpigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
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Wish to be what you are, and wish for no other position.
MARTIALWish to be what you are, and wish for no other position.
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Work divided is in that manner shortened.
MARTIALWork divided is in that manner shortened.
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He truly sorrows who sorrows unseen.
MARTIALHe truly sorrows who sorrows unseen.
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The shameless Chloe placed on the tombs of her seven husbands the inscription, “The work of Chloe.” How could she have expressed herself more plainly?
MARTIALThe shameless Chloe placed on the tombs of her seven husbands the inscription, “The work of Chloe.” How could she have expressed herself more plainly?
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Gifts are like hooks.
MARTIALGifts are like hooks.
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Service cannot be expected from a friend in service; let him be a freeman who wishes to be my master.
MARTIALService cannot be expected from a friend in service; let him be a freeman who wishes to be my master.
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You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.
MARTIALYou admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.
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I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
MARTIALI would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
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Your page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.
MARTIALYour page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.
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There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
MARTIALThere is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
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I know all that better than my own name.
MARTIALI know all that better than my own name.
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Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.
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It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
MARTIALIt is folly to waste labour about trifles.
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You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
MARTIALYou complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
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