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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.

Martial

She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
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Grief Herself Sincere Unknown
Those they praise, but they read the others.
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One Liner Praise Reading
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
Be content to be what you are, and prefer nothing to it, and do not fear or wish for your last day.
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Content Preference Yourself
I do not hate the man, but his vices.
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Hate Himself Man One Liner Vice
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.
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Cheer Enjoyment Fear Past Satisfaction Thankful
If your slave commits a fault, do not smash his teeth with your fists; give him some of the (hard) biscuit which famous Rhodes has sent you.
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Biscuit Commitment Mistake Slave Yourself
Life is not living, but living in health.
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Health Life Live One Liner
There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.
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Body Old Revolution
It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
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Fools Labour Wasted
There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
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Animal Glory
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
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
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Nectar Preserve Shine Shrine
If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.
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Death Fame Hurry Myself
If my opinion is of any worth, the fieldfare is the greatest delicacy among birds, the hare among quadrupeds.
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Greatness Myself Opinion Worth
Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are bald. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are carrotty. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are one-eyed. He who kisses you, Philaenis, sins against nature.
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Bald Kiss Myself Nature Sin 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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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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