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.
MARTIALBe not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so will pains.
More Martial Quotes
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If you are poor now, Aemilianus, you will always be poor. Riches are now given to none but the rich.
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Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.
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Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
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Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.
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Those they praise, but they read the others.
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While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.
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Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
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Be merry if you are wise.
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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 your slave commits a fault, do not smash his teeth with your fists; give him some of the (hard) biscuit which famous Rhodes has sent you.
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There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
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A vagrant is everywhere at home.
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You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
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It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.
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Make it a point not to be over-fascinating.
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I know all that better than my own name.
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Your page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.
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She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
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A cook should double one sense have: for he Should taster for himself and master be.
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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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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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However great the dish that holds the turbot, the turbot is still greater than the dish.
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Spare the person but lash the vice.
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The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
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I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
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Laugh, if thou art wise.
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