All your female friends are either old or ugly; nay, more ugly than old women usually are. These you lead about in your train, and drag with you to feasts, porticos and theaters. Thus, Fabulla, you seem handsome, thus you seem young.

The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun: Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.

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.

If you are poor now, Aemilianus, you will always be poor. Riches are now given to none but the rich.

What quick wit is found in sudden straits!

There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.