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Whom men fear they hate, and whom they hate, they wish dead.

Quintus Ennius

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.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Friendship Himself Loyalty Necessary Soul Worth
Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Celebration Cry Honor Pay Tears
The ape, vilest of beasts, how like to us.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Animal Beast Similarity
Whom men fear they hate, and whom they hate, they wish dead.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Death Fear Hate Man
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

Bury Honor Live Myself Tears
A true friend is tested in adversity.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Adversity Friendship
He whose wisdom cannot help him, gets no good from being wise.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Goodness Help Himself Wisdom
One man by delay restored the state, for he preferred the public safety to idle report.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Man Report Safety State
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics – Unless I am down with rheumatics.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Born Friendship Myself Poet
The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Himself Victory
To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Citizenship Crime Lips
Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Dare Himself Worth
I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I’m in bed with the influenza.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Bed Myself Rhyme
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Celebration Cry Funeral Man Mourning Myself
Don’t ask of your friends what you yourself can do.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Friendship Yourself
He who has two languages has two souls.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Himself Language Soul

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