He who writes distichs, wishes, I suppose, to please by brevity. But, tell me, of what avail is their brevity, when there is a whose book full of them?
You ask what a nice girl will do? She won't give an inch, but she won't say no.
Spare the person but lash the vice.
If pale beans bubble for you in a red earthenware pot, you can often decline the dinners of sumptuous hosts.
Wine and women bring misery.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.