The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
No man is quick enough to enjoy life.
You should not fear, nor yet should you wish for your last day.
Service cannot be expected from a friend in service; let him be a freeman who wishes to be my master.
Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.
I seem to you cruel and too much addicted to gluttony, when I beat my cook for sending up a bad dinner. If that appears to you too trifling a cause, say for what cause you would have a cook flogged.