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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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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
Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumbbells? To dig a vineyard is worthier exercise for men.
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Arms Exercise Man Strong Worthy
I do not hate the man, but his vices.
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Hate Himself Man One Liner Vice
He truly sorrows who sorrows unseen.
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Hide One Liner Sorrow True
There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
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Animal Glory
Whoever makes great presents, expects great presents in return.
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Greatness Present Return
There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.
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Body Old Revolution
Gifts are like hooks.
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Gift One Liner
I have granted you much that you asked: and yet you never cease to ask of me. He who refuses nothing, Atticilla, will soon have nothing to refuse.
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Gratitude Greedy Myself Refusal
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
Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
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Flaw Imagination World Worst
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
To have nothing is not poverty.
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One Liner Poverty
If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.
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Himself Leaving Mourn
Virtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.
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Day Himself Past Pleasure Virtue
He who weighs his burdens, can bear them.
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Burden Himself Weigh

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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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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