For wealth's now given to none but to the rich.

Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.

The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.

If my opinion is of any worth, the fieldfare is the greatest delicacy among birds, the hare among quadrupeds.

In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who can endure a writeched life

I commend you, Postumus, for kissing me with only half your lip; you may, however, if you please, withhold even the half of this half. Are you inclined to grant me a boon still greater, and even inexpressible? Keep this whole half entirely to yourself, Postumus.

Be merry if you are wise.