Old women should not seek to be perfumed.
The fox knows many things; the hedgehog one big thing.
I know the art of loving him that loves me, and hating my hater.
Thasos is like the spine of a donkey, wreathed in unkempt forest.
Keep some measure in the joy you take in luck, and the degree you give way to sorrow.
And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Let who will boast their courage in the field, I find but little safety from my shield, Nature's, not honour's law we must obey: This made me cast my useless shield away.
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My Soul, my Soul, all disturbed by sorrows inconsolable,
Bear up, hold out, meet front-on the many foes that rush on you
Now from this side and now that, enduring all such strife up close,
Never wavering; and should you win, don't openly exult,
Nor, defeated, throw yourself lamenting in a heap at home,
But delight in things that are delightful and, in hard times, grieve
Not too much - appreciate the rhythm that controls men's lives.