You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.
For wealth's now given to none but to the rich.
There is no glory in otustripping donkeys.
I wont let a wife lead me to the altar. [I will not have a wife that shall be my master.]
One genius has made many clever artists.
You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.