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That is true liberty, which bears a pure and firm breast.

Quintus Ennius

Ennius was the father of Roman poetry, because he first introduced into Latin the Greek manner and in particular the hexameter metre.
QUINTUS ENNIUS

Father Himself Introduction Poetry
That is true liberty, which bears a pure and firm breast.
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Liberty One Liner Purity True
One man restored our fortunes by delay. [By skilfully avoiding an engagement, Fabius exhausted the resources of the enemy.]
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Avoid Enemy Engagement Man Resource Restore Skill
Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.
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Dare Himself Worth
Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.
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Celebration Cry Honor Pay Tears
They hate whom they fear.
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Fear Hate
He who has two languages has two souls.
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Himself Language Soul
A sure friend is known in unsure circumstances.
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Circumstance Friendship
Don’t ask of your friends what you yourself can do.
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Friendship Yourself
A true friend is distinguished in the crisis of hazard and necessity; when the gallantry of his aid may show the worth of his soul and the loyalty of his heart.
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Friendship Himself Loyalty Necessary Soul Worth
To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.
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Citizenship Crime Lips
The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so
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Himself Victory
One man by delay restored the state, for he preferred the public safety to idle report.
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Man Report Safety State
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
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Celebration Cry Funeral Man Mourning Myself
The Roman state stands by ancient customs, and its manhood.
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Ancient Custom Man State
Let no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation. Why? Because I fly hither and thither, living in the mouths of me. [Lat., Nemo me lacrymis decoret, nec funera fletu. Faxit cur? Volito vivu’ per ora virum.]
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Bury Honor Live Myself Tears

That is true liberty, which bears a pure and firm breast.

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