Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
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.
You should not fear, nor yet should you wish for your last day.
The virtuous man is never a novice in worldly things.
Life's not just about being alive, but being well.
The face that cannot smile is never fair.