Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
From Quintus Ennius
No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.
He hath freedom whoso beareth clean and constant heart within.
He whose wisdom cannot help him, gets no good from being wise.
Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics - Unless I am down with rheumatics.
They hate whom they fear.
To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.
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