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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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Whoever is not too wise is wise.
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One Liner Wisdom
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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Children Heart Mindset Myself Purity Wife
Virtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.
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Day Himself Past Pleasure Virtue
To be able to enjoy one’s past life is to live twice.
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Enjoyment Life Live Past
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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Admire Death Old Pay Poet Praise Price Thinking Yourself
To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.
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Death Glory Late
What’s a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.
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Man Please Satisfaction
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
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Grief Herself Sincere Unknown
Wine and women bring misery.
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Alcohol Misery Wine
He truly sorrows who sorrows unseen.
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Hide One Liner Sorrow True
When your crowd of attendants so loudly applaud you, Pomponius, it is not you, but your banquet, that is eloquent.
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Attendant Crowd Elegant Loud Praise Yourself
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
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
Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.
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Charm Prize Rare Suit
This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself in order to escape death?
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Death Escape Kill Madness Order
Be cheerful, if you are wise.
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Cheerful One Liner Wisdom 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.

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