If you are poor now, Aemilianus, you will always be poor. Riches are now given to none but the rich.
What quick wit is found in sudden straits!
While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.
Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
Nothing is more ill-timed than an ill-timed laugh.
You may envy every one, but no one envies you.