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What is hid is unknown: for what is unknown there is no desire. [Lat., Quod latet ignotum est ignoti nulla cupido.]

Ovid

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Ovid
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Publius Ovidius Naso
P. Ovidius Naso
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Nulla
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Ignorance

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