Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.
To be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice.
Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.
The shameless Chloe placed on the tombs of her seven husbands the inscription, "The work of Chloe." How could she have expressed herself more plainly?
I know all that better than my own name.
Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.