You'll get no laurel crown for outrunning a burrow.
Be merry if you are wise.
Man loves malice, but not against one-eyed men nor the unfortunate, but against the fortunate and proud.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.
Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
If you are poor now, Aemilianus, you will always be poor. Riches are now given to none but the rich.