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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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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
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
It is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.
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Elegant Feeling Force Imagination Ourselves
Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather.
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Leather Remember Yourself
Life consists not merely in existing, but in enjoying health.
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Enjoyment Existence Health Life
You should not fear, nor yet should you wish for your last day.
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Day Fear Yourself
The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.
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Flaw Greatness Hide
This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself in order to escape death?
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Death Escape Kill Madness Order
No man is quick enough to enjoy life.
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Enough Life Man Quick
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
The virtuous man is never a novice in worldly things.
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Man Virtue World
To-morrow I will live, the fool does say; To-day itself’s too late, the wise lived yesterday.
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Fools Future Past Wisdom
To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.
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Death Glory Late
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
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
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Fame Life Man Name Yourself
No amount of misfortune will satisfy the man who is not satisfied with reading a hundred epigrams.
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Misfortune Reading Satisfaction

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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