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Let no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation. Why? Because I fly hither and thither, living in the mouths of me. [Lat., Nemo me lacrymis decoret, nec funera fletu. Faxit cur? Volito vivu’ per ora virum.]

Quintus Ennius

Ennius was the father of Roman poetry, because he first introduced into Latin the Greek manner and in particular the hexameter metre.
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Father Himself Introduction Poetry
Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.
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Celebration Cry Honor Pay Tears
A sure friend is known in unsure circumstances.
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Circumstance Friendship
The Roman state stands by ancient customs, and its manhood.
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Ancient Custom Man State
The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so
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Himself Victory
How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?
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Calm Conversation Friendship Life Soul True Worth
He whose wisdom cannot help him, gets no good from being wise.
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Goodness Help Himself Wisdom
Whom men fear they hate, and whom they hate, they wish dead.
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Death Fear Hate Man
The ape, vilest of beasts, how like to us.
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Animal Beast Similarity
To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.
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Citizenship Crime Lips
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics – Unless I am down with rheumatics.
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Born Friendship Myself Poet
He who has two languages has two souls.
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Himself Language Soul
A true friend is distinguished in the crisis of hazard and necessity; when the gallantry of his aid may show the worth of his soul and the loyalty of his heart.
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Friendship Himself Loyalty Necessary Soul Worth
They hate whom they fear.
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Fear Hate
I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I’m in bed with the influenza.
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Bed Myself Rhyme
He hath freedom whoso beareth a clean and constant heart within.
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Cleaning Freedom Heart

Let no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation. Why? Because I fly hither and thither, living in the mouths of me. [Lat., Nemo me lacrymis decoret, nec funera fletu. Faxit cur? Volito vivu’ per ora virum.]

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Let no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation. Why? Because I fly hither and thither, living in the mouths of me. [Lat., Nemo me lacrymis decoret, nec funera fletu. Faxit cur? Volito vivu’ per ora virum.]

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