You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.
Martial (c.40 - c.102)
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
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.
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