WednesdayFeb 25, 2026
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To be able to look back on ones past life with satisfaction is to live twice.
There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst
The country in town.
Our days pass by, and are scored against us.
Each day provides its own gifts.
A good man doubles the length of his existence; to have lived so as to look back with pleasure on our past life is to live twice.
The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.
I don't like you, Sabidius, I can't say why; But I can say this: I don't like you, Sabidius
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
Life is not living, but living in health.
A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.
You're obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there's no living with you, or without you.
My poems are naughty, but my life is pure.
You ask what a nice girl will do? She won't give an inch, but she won't say no.
You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.
If pale beans bubble for you in a red earthenware pot You can oft decline the dinners of sumptuous hosts.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
Stop abusing my verses, or publish some of your own.
I know these are nothing.
Tomorrows life is too late. Live today.
Virtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.
What's a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.
Neither fear your deaths day nor long for it.
You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for.
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