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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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He hath freedom whoso beareth clean and constant heart within.
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O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics - Unless I am down with rheumatics.
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They hate whom they fear.
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Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.
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To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.
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He whose wisdom cannot help him, gets no good from being wise.
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No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.
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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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One man restored our fortunes by delay. [By skilfully avoiding an engagement, Fabius exhausted the resources of the enemy.]
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How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?
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Ennius was the father of Roman poetry, because he first introduced into Latin the Greek manner and in particular the hexameter metre.
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He who civilly shows the way to one who has missed it, is as one who has lighted another's lamp from his own lamp; it none the less gives light to himself when it burns for the other.