In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.
In the same [hospitable] manner that a Calabrian would press you to eat his pears.
The grammarians are arguing.
The consummate pleasure (in eating) is not in the costly flavour, but in yourself. Do you seek for sauce for sweating?
A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.
Many shall be restored that now are fallen and many shall fall that now are in honor.