He who weighs his burdens, can bear them.
Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.
Be cheerful, if you are wise.
A fisherman's walk: three steps and overboard.
If I remember right, Aelia, you had four teeth; a cough displaced two, another two more. You can now cough without anxiety all the day long. A third cough can find nothing to do in your mouth.
Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.