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.
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.
To be able to look back on one's past life with satisfaction is to live twice.
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