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I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

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A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.
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Honest Man Sorry
My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.
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Hope Realized
The bold adventurer succeeds the best.
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Little things please little minds.
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Little Mind One Liner
Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.
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We need to accept the strangeness of things as they are.
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Acceptance Strange
Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.
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Endurance Prove Sorrow
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
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Complain Husband Love
Death is less bitter punishment than death’s delay.
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Death Deep Delay Punishment
There is a certain pleasure in weeping.
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Cry One Liner Pain Please Pleasure Weep
The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.
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Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.
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A prince should be slow to punish, and quick to reward.
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In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.
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Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.
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He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.
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Hopeless Life Love Wretch

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

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