You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for.
MARTIAL
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You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for.
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If my opinion is of any worth, the fieldfare is the greatest delicacy among birds, the hare among quadrupeds.
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It is as good as second life to be able to look back upon our past life with pleasure.
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Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
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I’m what I seem; not any dyer gave, But nature dyed this colour that I have.
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The face that cannot smile is never fair.
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While an ant was wandering under the shade of the tree of Phaeton, a drop of amber enveloped the tiny insect; thus she, who in life was disregarded, became precious by death.
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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.
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If you are poor now, Aemilianus, you will always be poor. Riches are now given to none but the rich.
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No hero to me is the man who, by easy shedding of his blood, purchases fame: my hero is he who, without death, can win praise.
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What’s a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.
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