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Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings.

Martial

You’re obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there’s no living with you, or without you.
MARTIAL

Absence Love Myself Togetherness Yourself
Wine and women bring misery.
MARTIAL

Alcohol Misery Wine
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.
MARTIAL

Boredom Face Love Missing Myself Togetherness
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?
MARTIAL

Expression Inscription Place Shame
I’m what I seem; not any dyer gave, But nature dyed this colour that I have.
MARTIAL

Color Myself Natural
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
MARTIAL

Friendship Short Writing Yourself
Your page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.
MARTIAL

Page Stand Thief Yourself
Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.
MARTIAL

Art Myself Yourself
There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
MARTIAL

Animal Glory
That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
MARTIAL

Agreement Food Movie Prevent Proud
You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.
MARTIAL

Book Myself Present Reading Yourself
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.
MARTIAL

Blood Death Easy Fame Hero Himself Man Purchase
While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.
MARTIAL

Solution Yourself
Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that’s how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
MARTIAL

Book Creation Goodness Literature Myself Poem Writing
Be satisfied, and pleased with what thou art, Act cheerfully and well thou allotted part; Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, And neither fear, nor wish, the approaches of the last.
MARTIAL

Cheer Enjoyment Fear Past Satisfaction Thankful
What quick wit is found in sudden straits!
MARTIAL

Finding Quick Sudden

Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings.

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