Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
MARTIALGlory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.
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Be content to be what you are, and prefer nothing to it, and do not fear or wish for your last day.
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A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.
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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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To-morrow I will live, the fool does say; To-day itself’s too late, the wise lived yesterday.
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Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.
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You are so pure in mind and heart, In aspect, too, so mild, I wonder that you ever could Implant your wife with child.
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This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself in order to escape death?
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Laugh, if thou art wise.
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He truly sorrows who sorrows unseen.
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I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
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If fame comes after death, I’m in no hurry for it.
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Short is the life of those who possess great accomplishments, and seldom do they reach a good old age. Whatever thou lovest, pray that thou mayest not set too high a value on it.
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Can the fish love the fisherman?
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Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so will pains.
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A vagrant is everywhere at home.
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You’ll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.
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It is not he who forms idols in gold or marble that makes them gods, but he who kneels before them.
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Tomorrow’s life is too late. Live today.
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One genius has made many clever artists.
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Birds of a feather will flock together.
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I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, “I do not love thee.”
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Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
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He who weighs his burdens, can bear them.
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Be merry if you are wise.
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The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
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You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
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