It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. — Cicero
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It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

— Cicero
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