I am a shell-fish just come from being saturated with the waters of the Lucrine lake, near Baiae; but now I luxuriously thrust for noble pickle.
To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.
Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
Make it a point not to be over-fascinating.
It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.
If your slave commits a fault, do not smash his teeth with your fists; give him some of the (hard) biscuit which famous Rhodes has sent you.