Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.
There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.
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.
Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair.
All your female friends are either old or ugly; nay, more ugly than old women usually are. These you lead about in your train, and drag with you to feasts, porticos and theaters. Thus, Fabulla, you seem handsome, thus you seem young.