Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
It is as good as second life to be able to look back upon our past life with pleasure
Gifts are like fish-hooks; for who is not aware that the greedy char is deceived by the fly which he swallows?
I have not hated the man, but his faults.
Do you ask what sort of a maid I desire or dislike, Flaccus? I dislike one too easy and one too coy. The just mean, which lies between the two extremes, is what I approve; I like neither that which tortures nor that which cloys.
Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.