Wine and women bring misery.
Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.
If you have any shame, forbear to pluck the beard of a dead lion.
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.
What quick wit is found in sudden straits!
Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.