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The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.

Ovid

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Ovid
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Publius Ovidius Naso
P. Ovidius Naso
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Courage conquers all things.
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An evil life is a kind of death.
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No man provokes me with impunity.
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God himself favors the brave.
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Do not believe hastily.
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Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]
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Even pleasure cloys without variety.
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