If you are poor now, Aemilianus, you will always be poor. Riches are now given to none but the rich.

The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.

If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.

There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.

The face that cannot smile is never fair.

If pale beans bubble for you in a red earthenware pot, you can often decline the dinners of sumptuous hosts.