Make it a point not to be over-fascinating.
MARTIALYour seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man’s field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
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You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
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Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are bald. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are carrotty. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are one-eyed. He who kisses you, Philaenis, sins against nature.
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I do not hate the man, but his vices.
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Nothing is more ill-timed than an ill-timed laugh.
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You’ll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.
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You’re obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there’s no living with you, or without you.
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Spare the person but lash the vice.
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No hero to me is the man who, by easy shedding of his blood, purchases fame: my hero is he who, without death, can win praise.
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Tis easy to write epigrams nicely, but to write a book is hard.
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Work divided is in that manner shortened.
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I have granted you much that you asked: and yet you never cease to ask of me. He who refuses nothing, Atticilla, will soon have nothing to refuse.
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If my opinion is of any worth, the fieldfare is the greatest delicacy among birds, the hare among quadrupeds.
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While an ant was wandering under the shade of the tree of Phaeton, a drop of amber enveloped the tiny insect; thus she, who in life was disregarded, became precious by death.
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Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
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If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.
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Laugh, if thou art wise.
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There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair.
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I’m what I seem; not any dyer gave, But nature dyed this colour that I have.
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My poems are naughty, but my life is pure.
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There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.
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There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
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The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
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Red-haired, black-lipped, club-footed, and blink-eyed; if you’re a good man, you’re a wonder!
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While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.
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I know all that better than my own name.
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To have nothing is not poverty.
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