I know all that better than my own name.

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.

You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!

Tis easy to write epigrams nicely, but to write a book is hard.

Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.

Be satisfied, and pleased with what thou art, Act cheerfully and well thou allotted part; Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, And neither fear, nor wish, the approaches of the last.

If pale beans bubble for you in a red earthenware pot, you can often decline the dinners of sumptuous hosts.