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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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For life is only life when blessed with health.
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Blessing Health Life
You are so pure in mind and heart, In aspect, too, so mild, I wonder that you ever could Implant your wife with child.
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Children Heart Mindset Myself Purity Wife
A good man doubles the length of his existence; to have lived so as to look back with pleasure on our past existence is to live twice.
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Doubt Existence Goodness Live Man
I wont let a wife lead me to the altar.
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Leadership Myself Wife
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
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Break Care Commitment Crystal Fear Hands Yourself
Be merry if you are wise.
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One Liner Wisdom
A novice always behaves with propriety.
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Beginning Behavior Novice
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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Ant Death Life Precious Shade Value
One genius has made many clever artists.
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Artist Genius Oneself
The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.
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Flaw Greatness Hide
I do not hate the man, but his vices.
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Hate Himself Man One Liner Vice
In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who can endure a wreched life.
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Adversity Brave Easy Endurance Life True
To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.
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Death Glory Late
They let out on hire their passions and eloquence. [Referring to lawyers.]
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Elegant Hire Passion
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
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Swan Tongue
Some things are good, some middling, more bad.
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Bad Goodness

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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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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