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You’re obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there’s no living with you, or without you.

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Man loves malice, but not against one-eyed men nor the unfortunate, but against the fortunate and proud.
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Eyes Love Man Proud Unfortunate
If I remember right, Aelia, you had four teeth; a cough displaced two, another two more. You can now cough without anxiety all the day long. A third cough can find nothing to do in your mouth.
MARTIAL

Anxiety Mouth Remember Right Yourself
This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself in order to escape death?
MARTIAL

Death Escape Kill Madness Order
If your slave commits a fault, do not smash his teeth with your fists; give him some of the (hard) biscuit which famous Rhodes has sent you.
MARTIAL

Biscuit Commitment Mistake Slave Yourself
Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
MARTIAL

Content Language Need
Who gives to friends so much from Fate secures, That is the only wealth for ever yours.
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Fate Friendship Secure Wealth Yourself
A vagrant is everywhere at home.
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Home One Liner
What’s a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.
MARTIAL

Man Please Satisfaction
To-morrow I will live, the fool does say; To-day itself’s too late, the wise lived yesterday.
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Fools Future Past Wisdom
Work divided is in that manner shortened.
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Division Short Work
Service cannot be expected from a friend in service; let him be a freeman who wishes to be my master.
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Friendship Master Service Yourself
When your crowd of attendants so loudly applaud you, Pomponius, it is not you, but your banquet, that is eloquent.
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Attendant Crowd Elegant Loud Praise Yourself
You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.
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Book Myself Present Reading Yourself
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
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Swan Tongue
It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
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Fools Labour Wasted
I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, “I do not love thee.”
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Love Myself

You’re obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there’s no living with you, or without you.

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