Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.
MARTIALA novice always behaves with propriety.
More Martial Quotes
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Birds of a feather will flock together.
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A vagrant is everywhere at home.
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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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Be cheerful, if you are wise.
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It is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.
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She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
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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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He truly sorrows who sorrows unseen.
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Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
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Life consists not merely in existing, but in enjoying health.
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Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumbbells? To dig a vineyard is worthier exercise for men.
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This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself in order to escape death?
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The African lions rush to attack bulls; they do not attack butterflies.
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No amount of misfortune will satisfy the man who is not satisfied with reading a hundred epigrams.
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I am a shell-fish just come from being saturated with the waters of the Lucrine lake, near Baiae; but now I luxuriously thrust for noble pickle.
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For wealth’s now given to none but to the rich.
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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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Believing hear, what you deserve to hear: Your birthday as my own to me is dear. But yours gives most; for mine did only lend Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.
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Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
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It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
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No hero to me is the man who, by easy shedding of his blood, purchases fame: my hero is he who, without death, can win praise.
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Our days pass by, and are scored against us.
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A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.
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Virtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.
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The present joys of life we doubly taste, By looking back with pleasure to the past.
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I have not hated the man, but his faults.
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