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You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for.

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From no place can you exclude the fates.
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Fate Place Yourself
For life is only life when blessed with health.
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Blessing Health Life
Nothing is more ill-timed than an ill-timed laugh.
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Laughter Time
See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?
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Amazing Animal Food Growth Possible 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
Our days pass by, and are scored against us.
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Day Ourselves Pass Score
If fame comes after death, I’m in no hurry for it.
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Death Fame Hurry Myself
Short is the life of those who possess great accomplishments, and seldom do they reach a good old age. Whatever thou lovest, pray that thou mayest not set too high a value on it.
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Accomplishment High Life Possession Short Value Yourself
There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.
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Body Old Revolution
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 living, but living in health.
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Health Life Live One Liner
No man is quick enough to enjoy life.
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Enough Life Man Quick
If you have any shame, forbear to pluck the beard of a dead lion.
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Death Shame Yourself
Man loves malice, but not against one-eyed men nor the unfortunate, but against the fortunate and proud.
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Eyes Love Man Proud Unfortunate
Virtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.
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Day Himself Past Pleasure Virtue
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.
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Excellence Praise Verse Yourself

You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for.

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