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Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.
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A young man is embarrassed to question an older one.
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Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
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You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.
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Young men's minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.
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But you can't stop at one, you wanna drink another woman!
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It is not unseemly for a man to die fighting in defense of his country.
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I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.
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The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.
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For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.
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Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor.
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A sound mind in a manly body.
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It is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.
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Singing is the lowest form of communication.
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Strife, only a slight thing when she first rears her head but her head soon hits the sky as she strides across the earth.
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It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.
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I only hope those rumors I hear about what goes on in prison are greatly exaggerated.
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See how God ever like with like doth pair, And still the worthless doth the worthless lead!
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And woe succeeds woe.
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Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off—all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms… That’s how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.
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What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?
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Why, you could wake up dead tomorrow.
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But sure the eye of time beholds no name, So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.
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To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.