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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.

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I am a shell-fish just come from being saturated with the waters of the Lucrine lake, near Baiae; but now I luxuriously thrust for noble pickle.
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Lake Luxury Myself Water
Who gives to friends so much from Fate secures, That is the only wealth for ever yours.
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Fate Friendship Secure Wealth Yourself
If fame comes after death, I’m in no hurry for it.
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Death Fame Hurry Myself
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
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God Live Religious
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
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Friendship Short Writing Yourself
You may envy every one, but no one envies you.
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Envy Jealous Yourself
It is easy in adversity to despise death; he has real fortitude who dares to live and be wretched.
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Adversity Death Easy Live Reality
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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Form God Gold Himself
Service cannot be expected from a friend in service; let him be a freeman who wishes to be my master.
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Friendship Master Service Yourself
You’re obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there’s no living with you, or without you.
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Absence Love Myself Togetherness Yourself
While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.
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Solution Yourself
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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Blessing Care Fortune Gratitude Observation Sadness Yourself
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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Art Myself Yourself
Work divided is in that manner shortened.
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Division Short Work
Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that’s how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
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Book Creation Goodness Literature Myself Poem Writing
There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair.
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Hairs Man Myself Pretend

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.

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