While you remain at home your hair is at the hairdresser's; you take out your teeth at night and sleep tucked away in a hundred cosmetics boxes - even your face does not sleep with you.
Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.
I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."
For wealth's now given to none but to the rich.
Life is not living, but living in health.
If you have any shame, forbear to pluck the beard of a dead lion.