You have played enough; you have eaten and drunk enough. Now it is time for you to depart.
The covetous are always in want.
The question is yet before the court.
An accomplished man to his fingertips.
Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.
He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his name to a glassy sea.