You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.

It is not he who forms idols in gold or marble that makes them gods, but he who kneels before them.

Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.

The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.

Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.

The world is blessed most by men who do things, and not by those who merely talk about them. -James Oliver 'Tomorrow I will live,' the fool does say; tomorrow itself is late; the wise live yesterday.

Gifts are like fish-hooks; for who is not aware that the greedy char is deceived by the fly which he swallows?