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I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common.

Callimachus

You’re walking by the tomb of Battiades, Who knew well how to write poetry, and enjoy Laughter at the right moment, over the wine.
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Known Moments Poetry Walk Wisdom Writing
I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
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Himself Remember Sun Talk Weep
And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.
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Art Awake Himself Lying Old Pleasant
Set a thief to catch a thief.
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Catch One Liner Thief
To little men, gods send little things.
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God Man Small
A big book is a big misfortune.
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Big Book Misfortune One Liner
I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common.
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Common Drink Lover Myself Roam
Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die.
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Death Goodness Holy Sleep
Big book, a big bore.
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Big Book One Liner
A good man never dies.
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Death Goodness Man
Nothing unattested do I sing.
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Myself Sing
A great book is like great evil.
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Book Evil Greatness
More lightly do his sorrows press upon a man, when to a friend or fellow traveller he tells his griefs.
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Friendship Himself Light Man Sorrow
Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four; Stella’s wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face, She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.
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Charm God Goddess Grace Shine
O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly.
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Darkness Greatness Lying Vanish World

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