If you have any shame, forbear to pluck the beard of a dead lion.

You ask what a nice girl will do? She won't give an inch, but she won't say no.

You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.

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.

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

Those they praise, but they read the others.

Red-haired, black-lipped, club-footed, and blink-eyed; if you're a good man, you're a wonder!