You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
MARTIALToo late is tomorrow’s life; live for today.
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You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.
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Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumbbells? To dig a vineyard is worthier exercise for men.
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Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.
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Wish to be what you are, and wish for no other position.
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You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for.
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Whoever makes great presents, expects great presents in return.
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She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
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However great the dish that holds the turbot, the turbot is still greater than the dish.
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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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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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The present joys of life we doubly taste, By looking back with pleasure to the past.
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The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
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Who gives to friends so much from Fate secures, That is the only wealth for ever yours.
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To have nothing is not poverty.
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Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather.
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