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Tis on the living Envy feeds. She silent grows When, after death, man's honor is his guard. So I, when on the pyre consumed I lie, Shall live, for all that's noblest will survive.

Ovid

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Ovid
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Publius Ovidius Naso
P. Ovidius Naso
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