You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.

It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.

Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so will pains.

Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.

Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.

Be merry if you are wise.

I have not hated the man, but his faults.