See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?

Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.

The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.

You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.

Do you ask what sort of a maid I desire or dislike, Flaccus? I dislike one too easy and one too coy. The just mean, which lies between the two extremes, is what I approve; I like neither that which tortures nor that which cloys.

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.

You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.