Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers, free from all anxieties of gain.
The consummate pleasure (in eating) is not in the costly flavour, but in yourself. Do you seek for sauce for sweating?
In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a shrew.]
The envious man grows lean at the success of his neighbor.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand.