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The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And Narrow Life Flies Fast Away. While We Are Calling For Flowers And Wine And Women, Old Age Is Upon Us.

Great Power Which Incites Great Envy, Hurls Some Men To Destruction; They Are Drowned In A Long Splendid Stream Of Honors.

Limits The Romans' Anxieties To Two Things - Bread And Games.

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never To Be Healed.