There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.
For life is only life when blessed with health.
Work divided is in that manner shortened.
When your crowd of attendants so loudly applaud you, Pomponius, it is not you, but your banquet, that is eloquent.
Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.