The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
Martial (c.40 - c.102)
Contributed by: Zaady
Stop abusing my verses, or publish some of your own.
I know these are nothing.
Tomorrow's 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 death's 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.
Life is not living, but living in health.
A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.
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