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“The mind that's conscious of its rectitude, Laughs at the lies of rumor.”

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Ovid, born on March 20, 43 BC and died in 1 BC, was a renowned Roman poet of the ancient world. His works are diverse, including love poems, mythological poems, and satirical poems, with 'Metamorphoses' being his most famous work. more

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