I do not hate the man, but his vices.
Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
For life is only life when blessed with health.
That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.