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More men come to doom through dirty profits than are kept by them.
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Sleep's the only medicine that gives ease.
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Great Time makes all things dim.
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Astronomy? Impossible to understand and madness to investigate.
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Remember, nothing succeeds without toil.
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For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.
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Fortune raises up and fortune brings low both the man who fares well and the one who fares badly; and there is no prophet of the future for mortal men.
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The wise form right judgment of the present from what is past.
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What men have seen they know; But what shall come hereafter No man before the event can see, Nor what end waits for him.
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Fortune never helps the fainthearted.
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If you were to offer a thirsty man all wisdom, you would not please him more than if you gave him a drink.
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Fortune cannot aid those who do nothing.
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Man's worst ill is stubbornness of heart.
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A wise doctor does not mutter incantations over a sore that needs the knife.
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Men should pledge themselves to nothing; for reflection makes a liar of their resolution.
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No speech can stain what is noble by nature.
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And if my present deeds are foolish in thy sight, it may be that a foolish judge arraigns my folly.
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Men whose wit has been mother of villainy once have learned from it to be evil in all things.
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Time is a kindly God.
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The Most beautiful human deed, is to be useful to others.
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It is better not to live at all than to live disgraced.
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Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.
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But the power of destiny is something awesome; neither wealth, nor Ares, nor a tower, nor dark-hulled ships might escape it.
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I am the child of Fortune, the giver of good, and I shall not be shamed. She is my mother; my sisters are the Seasons; my rising and my falling match with theirs. Born thus, I ask to be no other man than that I am.
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