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.
Spare the person but lash the vice.
If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
I have not hated the man, but his faults.
It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.