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This letter gives me a tongue and were I not allowed to write, I should be dumb. [Lat., Praebet mihi littera linguam: Et, si non liceat scribere, mutus ero.]

Ovid

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Ovid
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Publius Ovidius Naso
P. Ovidius Naso
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