Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
Too late is tomorrow's life; live for today.
Gifts are like hooks.
I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
For wealth's now given to none but to the rich.
I have granted you much that you asked: and yet you never cease to ask of me. He who refuses nothing, Atticilla, will soon have nothing to refuse.