Do not commit your poems to pages alone, sing them I pray you.
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I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.
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It never troubles the wolf how many the sheep may be.
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They attack the one man with their hate and their shower of weapons. But he is like some rock which stretches into the vast sea and which, exposed to the fury of the winds and beaten against by the waves, endures all the violence
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This quote reminds me to enjoy each moment of the summer Steep thyself in a bowl of summertime.
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Harsh necessity, and the newness of my kingdom, force me to do such things and to guard my frontiers everywhere.
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Latet anguis in herba. (There's a snake hidden in the grass)
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As the twig is bent the tree inclines.
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Fortune sides with him who dares.
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Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises, easy is the descent to Hell the door of dark Dis stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps and come out to the air above, that is work, that is labor
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Look with favour upon a bold beginning.
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The way to write American music is simple. All you have to do is be an American and then write any kind of music you wish.
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The gates of hell are open, night and day Smooth the descent, and easy the way.
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Try a thing you haven't done three times. Once, to get over the fear of doing it. Twice, to learn how to do it. And a third time, to figure out whether you like it or not.
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Audentis Fortuna iuvat. (Fortune assists the bold) also Fortune favors the bold.
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Fortune favors the brave.
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Possunt quia posse videntur. (They can because they think they can, from The Aeneid)
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All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . .In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.
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Everyone is dragged on by their favorite pleasure.
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Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit (Perhaps it will be pleasing sometime to have remembered these things, from The Aeneid)
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Do not trust the horse, Trojans Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts.
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Enter on the way of training while the spirits in youth are still pliable.
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Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.
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I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.
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A snake lurks in the grass.
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As a twig is bent the tree inclines.
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Your descendants shall gather your fruits.
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It is easy to go down into Hell night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task.
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In quarrels such as these not ours to intervene.
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Death's brother, Sleep.
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