The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
MARTIALYou are so pure in mind and heart, In aspect, too, so mild, I wonder that you ever could Implant your wife with child.
More Martial Quotes
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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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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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Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings.
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The shameless Chloe placed on the tombs of her seven husbands the inscription, “The work of Chloe.” How could she have expressed herself more plainly?
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Can the fish love the fisherman?
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Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that’s how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
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You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.
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There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
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There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.
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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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You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe–or she will call you ungrateful.
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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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There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
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The African lions rush to attack bulls; they do not attack butterflies.
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He who writes distichs, wishes, I suppose, to please by brevity. But, tell me, of what avail is their brevity, when there is a whose book full of them?
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