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You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.

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Be merry if you are wise.
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One Liner Wisdom
You ask what a nice girl will do? She won’t give an inch, but she won’t say no.
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Herself Woman
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
Life is not merely to be alive, but to be well.
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Alive Life One Liner
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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Boredom Face Love Missing Myself Togetherness
Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so will pains.
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Happiness Joy Willing Yourself
Wine and women bring misery.
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Alcohol Misery Wine
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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Love Myself
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
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Swan Tongue
What quick wit is found in sudden straits!
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Finding Quick Sudden
Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man’s field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
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Bury Death Profit Wife Yourself
Laugh, if thou art wise.
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Laughter One Liner Wisdom
I wont let a wife lead me to the altar.
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Leadership Myself Wife
I’m what I seem; not any dyer gave, But nature dyed this colour that I have.
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Color Myself Natural
Givers of great dinners know few enemies.
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Enemy Food Greatness
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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Expression Inscription Place Shame

You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.

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You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.

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