Nothing is more ill-timed than an ill-timed laugh.
Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey, and brevity.
Givers of great dinners know few enemies.
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.
Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.
There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.