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Publius Ovidius Naso
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You do not know it but you are the talk of all the town. [Lat., Fabula (nec sentis) tota jactaris in urba.]
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The cause is hidden the effect is visible to all.
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Only begin, and you will become eloquent of yourself.
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What is without periods of rest will not endure.
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There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.
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An injury may prove a blessing.
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When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.
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Lovers remember everything. [Lat., Meminerunt omnia amantes.]
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I see and praise what is better, but follow what is worse.
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You start in April and cross to the time of May One has you as it leaves, one as it comes Since the edges of these months are yours and defer To you, either of them suits your praises. The Circus continues and the theatre's lauded palm, Let this song, too, join the Circus spectacle.
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I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.
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The battle is over when the foe has fallen.
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It's right to learn, even from the enemy.
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Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.
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With wavering steps does fickle fortune stray, Nowhere she finds a firm and fixed abode But now all smiles, and now again all frowns, She's constant only in inconstancy.
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Every delay that postpones our joys, is long. [Lat., Longa mora est nobis omnis, quae gaudia differt.]
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The mind ill at ease, the body suffers also.
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In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.
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The rest of the crowd were friends of my fortune, not of me. [Lat., Caetera fortunae, non mea, turba fuit.]
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Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us and there is nothing more fleeting than years.
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