In our leisure we reveal what kind of people we are.
OVIDSometimes tears carry the same weight as words.
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In our leisure we reveal what kind of people we are.
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Give way to your opponent; thus will you gain the crown of victory.
OVIDGive way to your opponent; thus will you gain the crown of victory.
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What we have been, or now are, we shall not be tomorrow.
OVIDWhat we have been, or now are, we shall not be tomorrow.
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In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.
OVIDIn our play we reveal what kind of people we are.
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Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.
OVIDNeither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.
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We believe slowly when belief brings pain.
OVIDWe believe slowly when belief brings pain.
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Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.
OVIDLove and dignity cannot share the same abode.
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Love will enter cloaked in friendship’s name.
OVIDLove will enter cloaked in friendship’s name.
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Time the devourer of all things.
OVIDTime the devourer of all things.
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My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.
OVIDMy hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.
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Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.
OVIDOur native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.
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Poetry comes fine-spun from a mind at peace.
OVIDPoetry comes fine-spun from a mind at peace.
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Tears at times have the weight of speech.
OVIDTears at times have the weight of speech.
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Enhance and intensify one’s vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality.
OVIDEnhance and intensify one’s vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality.
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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.
OVIDI 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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Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses.
OVIDOften the prickly thorn produces tender roses.
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