Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?

Our days pass by, and are scored against us.

Whoever makes great presents, expects great presents in return.

I have granted you much that you asked: and yet you never cease to ask of me. He who refuses nothing, Atticilla, will soon have nothing to refuse.

What quick wit is found in sudden straits!