I wont let a wife lead me to the altar. [I will not have a wife that shall be my master.]
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
Givers of great dinners know few enemies.
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.
Of no day can the retrospect cause pain to a good man.
Those they praise, but they read the others.